As happy as I'm ever gonna be

When Samuel refused, Loren took another drink from the flask, letting the alcohol burn down his throat. Then he just let it dangle from one hand. "Let's not test that theory." It came out without much inflection. As the redhead revealed what had been bothering him, the healer sighed. "Sounds rough. I know the impulse. To want to feel...normal. And desirable." Taking yet another long sip, he shrugged. "Sorry it didn't work out the way you were hoping." Leaning back, he lay on the ground next to the other man. Staring at the sky, Loren laid the flask on his chest, along with his hands. "If it makes you feel better, Frey called me terribly dull recently. Something about wallowing, and that I should find someone to beat me up instead of beating myself up for a change." Turning, he gave Samuel an unamused and sad smile. "I take it you don't do this often? And did you know who it was in advance?" LOREN Not quite an open book