whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
As Sunjata approached, Loren glanced up from his mug. Almost immediately, he returned to its careful study of its contents. "Yeah, well, it's been shitty recently. So I imagine I feel worse." Spinning the mug idly between his hands, he sighed, not really in the challenging or taunting mood he often found himself in around the bartender. "More so than usual." The words came out quietly and had a slightly guilty edge to them.Indeed, he studiously did not look at the other man. "So. What's your latest catastrophe?" The Launceleyn's voice was bitter, and he squeezed his eyes shut so that Sunjata couldn't see just how dead they were.
what goes, let go
LOREN
