The white sheep of the family
As Abasi shuffled into the kitchen, Loren looked up a little guiltily. ”Oh. Sorry. I didn’t mean to—” his voice cut off as the undertaker wrapped his arms around and pressed himself against the summoner. Stiffening for just a moment, he swiftly slipped one hand around to the small of the other man's back and rested the other on the back of his head, then hugged him close.
The Launceleyn rested his chin on the top of Abasi's head for a moment. Tears sprang to the summoner's eyes, and he lifted the hand from the undertaker's hair to angrily dash them away. "Sorry." The Launceleyn gently extracted from the other man's embrace.
"I made tea, if you'd like some." The offer was incredibly tentative. Loren fidgeted, awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to the other and tapped a hand nervously against the counter. "Also, we should, um, talk." The words were equal parts sad, exhausted, and resigned.
The Launceleyn rested his chin on the top of Abasi's head for a moment. Tears sprang to the summoner's eyes, and he lifted the hand from the undertaker's hair to angrily dash them away. "Sorry." The Launceleyn gently extracted from the other man's embrace.
"I made tea, if you'd like some." The offer was incredibly tentative. Loren fidgeted, awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to the other and tapped a hand nervously against the counter. "Also, we should, um, talk." The words were equal parts sad, exhausted, and resigned.
Will blood tell
