The white sheep of the family
Hesitatingly, Loren's brow furrowed. Finally, he sighed, and gave Weaver a sad look. "My younger sister was as kind as she could be without getting caught. I...didn't trust it though." He couldn't help the guilty tone from creeping into his voice.
Remaining silent for a long moment after her questions, he rolled his empty mug between his palms. "I've never taken a life. But I could if I had to." It came out quietly and hesitantly, and he found he couldn't meet her gaze.
"As for what I want?" He shrugged. "I don't know. Just to...help people. But I take it too far, get too protective." Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. "And I have no qualms throwing myself into harm's way, which apparently is a sign that I don't take the fact that people care about me seriously enough." It came out in a slightly annoyed tone.
Forcing himself to take a deep breath, he ran a hand through his hair. "I know that. And I have. It's just...I'm a control freak, and I have a hard time letting other people just fuck things up when I know it's a bad idea."
His fingers grew white knuckled around his mug. "Apparently, I need to learn to let go, and let people make their own mistakes otherwise I'm displaying a lack of trust and taking away their freedom." It came out in that same slightly aggrieved tone, though he shot her a weak and apologetic smile, since he knew that letting go was the right thing to do.
He just had trouble accepting it, obviously.
The weak smile morphed into a slightly stronger grin. "Would you like to?" Rather than being suggestive and flirty, his voice matched her playful demeanor.
As she smiled brightly, his own slipped away. However, his eyes studied her features, trying to capture the expression on her features so he'd remember it next time the dark thoughts stole over him. "Okay." Taking another deep breath, he let go of the mug, let his hands drop into his lap. "I'll do my best." It came out softly, barely above a whisper.
Remaining silent for a long moment after her questions, he rolled his empty mug between his palms. "I've never taken a life. But I could if I had to." It came out quietly and hesitantly, and he found he couldn't meet her gaze.
"As for what I want?" He shrugged. "I don't know. Just to...help people. But I take it too far, get too protective." Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. "And I have no qualms throwing myself into harm's way, which apparently is a sign that I don't take the fact that people care about me seriously enough." It came out in a slightly annoyed tone.
Forcing himself to take a deep breath, he ran a hand through his hair. "I know that. And I have. It's just...I'm a control freak, and I have a hard time letting other people just fuck things up when I know it's a bad idea."
His fingers grew white knuckled around his mug. "Apparently, I need to learn to let go, and let people make their own mistakes otherwise I'm displaying a lack of trust and taking away their freedom." It came out in that same slightly aggrieved tone, though he shot her a weak and apologetic smile, since he knew that letting go was the right thing to do.
He just had trouble accepting it, obviously.
The weak smile morphed into a slightly stronger grin. "Would you like to?" Rather than being suggestive and flirty, his voice matched her playful demeanor.
As she smiled brightly, his own slipped away. However, his eyes studied her features, trying to capture the expression on her features so he'd remember it next time the dark thoughts stole over him. "Okay." Taking another deep breath, he let go of the mug, let his hands drop into his lap. "I'll do my best." It came out softly, barely above a whisper.
Will blood tell
