LOREN
Although under most circumstances the summoner would’ve appreciated the other man’s attempt at a joke, the Launceleyn wasn’t feeling very humorous right now. At least Remi was clothed; Loren couldn’t imagine shirtlessness would make this situation any less awkward. Picking at the spot where he’d mended his skin and the alchemist had mended the Launceleyn’s clothes, he shook his head, maybe a little sadly. ”No. You know you don’t. I just thought it’d be easier to talk if we were face-to-face.” And some distance between them would help as well. Loren couldn’t imagine proximity would be good for either of them during the upcoming conversation, though he already missed the other man’s touch.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
