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As Sunjata argued back, Loren clenched his jaw. ”If you really believe that, then you wouldn't have agreed to this." Again, his tone was positively icy. His eyes narrowed as the bartender went on. "This isn't some fucking story, asshole. There are no heroes and villains here, no good guys or bad guys, just two traumatized souls making poor life decisions." Fingers digging into the wood of the bar so hard that the summoner was white-knuckled, he stared up at the other man. Then the Launceleyn shut his eyes briefly before they snapped open. "I did. But she's not in her right mind, and clearly you don't think that what she wants right now is what she needs, or what is best for her. Which is why I expected some common fucking sense from you." Even when he was trying to be reasonable, his tone had a hard edge to it. Granted, he wasn't trying that hard. "I'm sorry your fucking pride and masculinity will get hurt by you doing the right thing. Oh wait, no I'm fucking not." He scoffed right back. LOREN Not quite an open book