whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren couldn’t stop the bark of laughter from escaping his lips. ”Yes, that’s exactly what I meant by my comment.” Tilting his head, he gave her a brilliant smile as Amalia admitted (with the right amount of self-confidence) that she’d been handpicked by Vi.The smile gracing his lips morphed into a slightly embarrassed, but still pleased grin. "I did. I learned to ask before doing, and to listen more than I spoke. I just don't always succeed with those lessons." His words were as self-deprecating as hers. However, when he spoke again, it was softer and more soothing. "Just because I didn't want to hear it doesn't mean I didn't need to." His brow furrowed as he tried to figure out if that actually made any sense. Then he shrugged and sipped his drink.
Sliding the now sliced loaf of bread over to her, he gave her another smile. "Well, then just think of it as conversation with more than one person at once, if that helps." His voice was cheerful, but firm. Reaching out, he tried to rest his hand on her and give it a reassuring squeeze. "You can do this, Amalia." There wasn't a trace of doubt in his words.
what goes, let go
LOREN
