LOREN
Maybe Loren wasn’t as alone as he’d thought. He’d been isolated among his family, his friends, even his own mind for so long that he usually defaulted to loneliness, assumed it was his natural state. However, it wasn’t necessarily true. Even if it felt that way all the time, there were apparently people there he could lean upon, if he just let himself.
He unfortunately wasn’t very good at accepting help.
Still, he could try. If not for his sake, then for the sake of Peter, who seemed to need this as badly as the summoner did. His eyes searched the other man’s face for a while before Loren’s gaze softened; he held up his hand, palm up, for Peter to take if he wanted. ”Together?” That was what family was for. Or at least what it was supposed to be for: each other, no matter what.
However, as the other man sank to the ground, the summoner gave Peter a concerned look. Loren’s expression softened, though, at the other man’s words. ”I know.” At the comment about people, the summoner sighed, eyes growing slightly haunted again. ”I’m not...good with people. So...be patient with me?” Perhaps if Loren had managed to convey that fact to more people, he wouldn’t be in this mess of his own making.
He unfortunately wasn’t very good at accepting help.
Still, he could try. If not for his sake, then for the sake of Peter, who seemed to need this as badly as the summoner did. His eyes searched the other man’s face for a while before Loren’s gaze softened; he held up his hand, palm up, for Peter to take if he wanted. ”Together?” That was what family was for. Or at least what it was supposed to be for: each other, no matter what.
However, as the other man sank to the ground, the summoner gave Peter a concerned look. Loren’s expression softened, though, at the other man’s words. ”I know.” At the comment about people, the summoner sighed, eyes growing slightly haunted again. ”I’m not...good with people. So...be patient with me?” Perhaps if Loren had managed to convey that fact to more people, he wouldn’t be in this mess of his own making.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
