there's light at the edge of the darkness
No. Loren had magic. But he definitely wasn’t magic, unless it was the darkest of arts. If he was, he could wave his hand and fix all the mistakes he made. As it stood, he just kept making more and more of them until he felt like he was about to collapse under the weight of it all. ”You did most of the singing and set out the treats for them. And more of them are showing up because it’s later in the season.” He hadn’t put out the food or done much of anything at all except hold some oats and support her on the choruses; she definitely could’ve managed this much on her own, and he knew he wasn’t doing much here.
Moreover, he wasn’t going to respond to her joking tone. ”I’m eating.” Well, picking at food whenever he felt hungry, which was rarely these days. She certainly didn’t need to force feed him and he’d slam the door in her face if she tried. ”And nothing’s wrong. I’m just busy. Which is why I didn't make it out here sooner, sorry.” Most of his problems were related to people she felt far too strongly about for him to feel comfortable opening up to her. Of course, that was assuming he’d ever feel comfortable opening up to her, which was a big if.
Moreover, he wasn’t going to respond to her joking tone. ”I’m eating.” Well, picking at food whenever he felt hungry, which was rarely these days. She certainly didn’t need to force feed him and he’d slam the door in her face if she tried. ”And nothing’s wrong. I’m just busy. Which is why I didn't make it out here sooner, sorry.” Most of his problems were related to people she felt far too strongly about for him to feel comfortable opening up to her. Of course, that was assuming he’d ever feel comfortable opening up to her, which was a big if.
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