The white sheep of the family
At least Loren managed to get Remi to halt. Unfortunately, that had been the easy part. Mirroring the other man’s posture, the Launceleyn leaned against a nearby trunk as well, grateful for the rest and the opportunity to catch his breath. ”Thanks.” For a moment, the only sounds around them were the summoner’s heavy breaths, the sleeping sounds of the woods in Deepfrost, and Astra worming her way into Loren’ side.
Meeting the alchemist’s gaze, Loren stared at Remi for a while. Then the summoner spoke in as gentle, low, and soothing a tone as he could muster.”You wanna talk to me?” It would be apparent to anyone that the other man was hurting, and the Launceleyn knew the alchemist better than most, even now. And as far as Loren was concerned, they weren’t moving until they’d spoken, at length, about whatever it was that was weighing Remi down. "Talk to me, Remi. Please."
Meeting the alchemist’s gaze, Loren stared at Remi for a while. Then the summoner spoke in as gentle, low, and soothing a tone as he could muster.”You wanna talk to me?” It would be apparent to anyone that the other man was hurting, and the Launceleyn knew the alchemist better than most, even now. And as far as Loren was concerned, they weren’t moving until they’d spoken, at length, about whatever it was that was weighing Remi down. "Talk to me, Remi. Please."
Will blood tell
