The white sheep of the family
As Samuel poured the tea, Loren watched it carefully. ”Thank you.” The thanks was a bit awkward, but there were traces of gratitude there. ”As weaknesses go, not the worst one to have.” He tilted his head slightly to one side. ”Why do you say it doesn't matter?" Again, he was mostly asking to be polite, though he sounded slightly more interested than he had earlier in the conversation.
When the redhead finished, the healer lifted the cup, though made no move to drink it just yet. "What's that about a patch?" Again, the question actually had a little bit of curiosity behind it. Bringing the cup to his lips, he blew on it.
However, his slightly lighter expression and tone faltered in the face of the other man's words. "Yes. It's...nice to have something so...normal to rely on." Loren swallowed a lump in his throat, brought there by the domesticity the surroundings and Samuel's words had conjured.
Something the healer had lost his joy in recently, the day-to-day rituals of simply living life.
Finally taking a sip, he stared into his cup rather than meeting the redhead's gaze. "It depends what you mean by vices." The Launceleyn shrugged.
When the redhead finished, the healer lifted the cup, though made no move to drink it just yet. "What's that about a patch?" Again, the question actually had a little bit of curiosity behind it. Bringing the cup to his lips, he blew on it.
However, his slightly lighter expression and tone faltered in the face of the other man's words. "Yes. It's...nice to have something so...normal to rely on." Loren swallowed a lump in his throat, brought there by the domesticity the surroundings and Samuel's words had conjured.
Something the healer had lost his joy in recently, the day-to-day rituals of simply living life.
Finally taking a sip, he stared into his cup rather than meeting the redhead's gaze. "It depends what you mean by vices." The Launceleyn shrugged.
Will blood tell
