the wounds are open and bleeding out
He cared, obviously, because Loren planting the rose meant that Ronin wasn't destroying the rose, and in his twisted logic that made all the difference. Either way, the Launceleyn was lucky - he had lost interest in the planting of the thing now it was in the ground (he could always come back and stomp on it later, he imagined). It was more fun, besides, to amuse himself in realising that his old friend was as much a punchbag as he had been before.
Letting out an undignified snort at the news that Remi was worried about him and that he should go and blah, blah, blah, the ex-captain folded his arms across his chest and stared down at the librarian. "I'm sure he is, but that doesn't mean I care. Do you know how to do anything but snivel and bargain, Loren? Get the fuck up and stop cowering over a flower."
Letting out an undignified snort at the news that Remi was worried about him and that he should go and blah, blah, blah, the ex-captain folded his arms across his chest and stared down at the librarian. "I'm sure he is, but that doesn't mean I care. Do you know how to do anything but snivel and bargain, Loren? Get the fuck up and stop cowering over a flower."
THE
FALLEN STAR
