neron
”I suppose those sorts of rumours are worth investigating,” he says softly, considering his drink for a moment longer before knocking the rest back in one. Quite what he’ll do if he finds himself face to face with a son he never made (not personally, anyway) is something he can’t say for certain. Zariah had spoken about sacrificing the boy, and he’d been fiercely against that. But beyond it? Who knew?
Work was a much easier topic, Neron straightening up and moving to perch on the arm of Loren’s seat, rolling his empty glass between long fingers. He laughs - it’s like Loren has admitted a dirty secret, wanting to heal again - and shrugs his shoulders. ”Tell you what, then. We’ll keep it casual. If it gets busy, I’ll call on you for an evening or two a week. No strings, just come and go as you please. What are you planning to do? Open your school again?”
Work was a much easier topic, Neron straightening up and moving to perch on the arm of Loren’s seat, rolling his empty glass between long fingers. He laughs - it’s like Loren has admitted a dirty secret, wanting to heal again - and shrugs his shoulders. ”Tell you what, then. We’ll keep it casual. If it gets busy, I’ll call on you for an evening or two a week. No strings, just come and go as you please. What are you planning to do? Open your school again?”
lay your hand on me, one last time
