this ain't for the best

& all we are is skin and bone, trained to get along

"Good then." The alchemist agreed, moving to stand before Loren's words halted him in his place.

"You keep biting your lip that often and you are going to make it swell." He noted of his almost-friend's new habit, his voice boyishly chipper as if to ward off the weightiness the Launceleyn's question suggested. Swallowing and sitting back down, he raised a brow, giving Loren a long and earnest stare. "Yes. Always." He said slowly, feeling as though he was somehow edging himself into a trap he couldn't at all predict.