The white sheep of the family
Loren smiled at Remi’s statement. ”Well, that just means it's past time someone did it for you. Besides, now you know how the rest of us feel, and you can appreciate your own efforts even more.” Knowing the alchemist, he probably still wouldn’t fully understand just how much these small gestures meant to everyone he encountered. However, if the summoner could at least get the other man to think about it the Launceleyn would consider that a victory.
”I don’t know. That hug you gave me was pretty lame, so you may be in danger of losing your cuddly and adorable status.” It was much better to be joking like this than the oppressive silence from earlier. Loren just hoped he didn’t do or say anything to make Remi retreat back to the dark place the alchemist had gone. The summoner was intimately familiar with it, and he would not wish it on anyone, especially someone he cared about. And he definitely cared about the man standing before him, probably more than the Launceleyn should.
”I don’t know. That hug you gave me was pretty lame, so you may be in danger of losing your cuddly and adorable status.” It was much better to be joking like this than the oppressive silence from earlier. Loren just hoped he didn’t do or say anything to make Remi retreat back to the dark place the alchemist had gone. The summoner was intimately familiar with it, and he would not wish it on anyone, especially someone he cared about. And he definitely cared about the man standing before him, probably more than the Launceleyn should.
Will blood tell
