The white sheep of the family
Loren just shrugged at Harper’s assessment. When the other man offered to just hang out, the summoner shrugged again. ”Whatever you're comfortable with. I just didn't want you to expect something from me I can't give right now." His voice was still muted, but polite enough.
"You're welcome." Stepping back into the hallway, he propped the door open with a foot. "I'll leave you to get settled in then." With that, he nodded at Harper. Then the Launceleyn let the door swing shut. Turning, he began to make his way back downstairs. It didn't take long for him reach the kitchen.
Once there, he resumed his efforts with the bread. He also let the mask slip away, revealing the exhaustion and sorrow he was hiding from the world.
If the other man did decide to seek Loren back, though, the polite mask would snap back into place.
"You're welcome." Stepping back into the hallway, he propped the door open with a foot. "I'll leave you to get settled in then." With that, he nodded at Harper. Then the Launceleyn let the door swing shut. Turning, he began to make his way back downstairs. It didn't take long for him reach the kitchen.
Once there, he resumed his efforts with the bread. He also let the mask slip away, revealing the exhaustion and sorrow he was hiding from the world.
If the other man did decide to seek Loren back, though, the polite mask would snap back into place.
Will blood tell
