The white sheep of the family
Shaking his head a little, Loren set the mug on the bar and dropped his hands to his lap. "Maybe they are. Or maybe they're just trying to get me to fit the image they've painted in their head of what I should and shouldn't be or do." His voice came out more bitterly than he'd intended and he gave Weaver an apologetic smile.
Grinning faintly, he gestured at the empty mug he'd put down, one of many he'd consumed this evening. "I hardly need help in that regard." Then he took a deep breath. "But...thank you. I might just take you up on the neutral third party thing." His smile, while still slight, was genuine, and lit up his entire face.
As she broke off the kiss, he made no move to pull away. At her question, he let out a huff of laughter. "Yes." Forehead pressed to hers, he stared into her eyes. "Or at least I hope so." It came out slightly hesitantly, and he reached up with his other hand so he was holding her face in his palms.
Grinning faintly, he gestured at the empty mug he'd put down, one of many he'd consumed this evening. "I hardly need help in that regard." Then he took a deep breath. "But...thank you. I might just take you up on the neutral third party thing." His smile, while still slight, was genuine, and lit up his entire face.
As she broke off the kiss, he made no move to pull away. At her question, he let out a huff of laughter. "Yes." Forehead pressed to hers, he stared into her eyes. "Or at least I hope so." It came out slightly hesitantly, and he reached up with his other hand so he was holding her face in his palms.
Will blood tell
