The white sheep of the family
Further words didn’t seem worth it, at least until Loren found out how Remi responded to physical contact. It turned out the other man reacted very very poorly; idly, in the back of the summoner’s mind, he wondered if this was how it felt when other people hugged him. If so, Loren had a lot more apologizing to do than he’d realized. ”I do need to, though we’ll probably agree to disagree about that. Regardless, I want to. And I don’t hate this. Honestly. But if you don’t believe that, at least believe that I hate seeing you hurting far more.” Giving the alchemist a gentle squeeze, the Launceleyn felt himself smiling at the other man’s stubbornness. ”Come on, Remi, this is what you wanted. Are you really going to make me stand here feeling like an idiot, or are you going to hug me back?” Loren found himself holding his breath as he waited for the response.
Will blood tell
