Love mends even the broken parts
Well, at least the Launceleyn had gotten the alchemist to stay. Whether Loren could keep the other man here was another matter entirely. As it was, the ice inside the summoner felt fragile, as if one misplaced word from either of them would shatter it into pieces, for good or for ill. Sighing—and trying to breathe out his tension as he did—he regarded Remi with those half-thawed eyes. ”Why? Because you’re afraid of how I might respond?”
Taking another deep breath, Loren tried to figure out what the right thing to do here was. And as always, it was entirely unclear to him what that was. ”I’m not asking you to change who you are, or how you feel. Just tell me, so it doesn’t muddy things. But if you don’t trust me with it, then I can only offer what you offered me before: if you have something you want to say to me before you go, I will say nothing in response, if that’s what you want. Because I’d like to hear it.” As always, with them, despite his best efforts to the contrary, it was ironic and dark echoes. However, this was important enough that Loren would hold his tongue.
Taking another deep breath, Loren tried to figure out what the right thing to do here was. And as always, it was entirely unclear to him what that was. ”I’m not asking you to change who you are, or how you feel. Just tell me, so it doesn’t muddy things. But if you don’t trust me with it, then I can only offer what you offered me before: if you have something you want to say to me before you go, I will say nothing in response, if that’s what you want. Because I’d like to hear it.” As always, with them, despite his best efforts to the contrary, it was ironic and dark echoes. However, this was important enough that Loren would hold his tongue.
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