The white sheep of the family
When Remi laughed, Loren felt hope kindle in his chest. When the alchemist’s arms finally came up to hold the summoner, he felt that he could breathe again. And when the other man whispered, the Launceleyn just held Remi all the more tightly. ”I know. And you don’t have to be okay right now.” Loren’s own voice came out softly as well. It was all he could manage under the circumstances.
He suddenly wondered why he’d been avoiding touch since his return if it could provide them both with so much comfort. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time he called himself a fool and it probably wouldn’t be the last. At least he’d figured it out in time to help his friend when he needed it the most. Maybe Loren’s timing wasn’t so terrible after all.
He suddenly wondered why he’d been avoiding touch since his return if it could provide them both with so much comfort. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time he called himself a fool and it probably wouldn’t be the last. At least he’d figured it out in time to help his friend when he needed it the most. Maybe Loren’s timing wasn’t so terrible after all.
Will blood tell
