the opposite of war isn't peace

whatever comes, let it come

what stays, let it stay

As Wessex revealed she was here to see Neron, Loren raised his eyebrows slightly. "He's busy, sadly, and won't be available for quite a while. Unfortunately, you're stuck with me." His tone was wry, since he was fully aware they'd both rather be anywhere else right now.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, he nodded. "I know." Then his lips twitched with amusement. "Welcome to the family, by the way. I suppose if Neron is now your kin that makes us in laws." He tilted his head to one side, wondering how she'd feel about that particular revelation. Still, he made no move to enter the room proper, just hovered in the doorway.

what goes, let go

LOREN