Love mends even the broken parts
Yes yes, Loren needed to eat. People kept telling him that like he didn’t know that he had an issue. Still, at least he’d made Remi laugh. Maybe the Launceleyn’s sense of humor wasn’t quite as bad as he’d thought. When the other man pulled back, the summoner let one hand fall, though he kept the other on the alchemist’s shoulder. As Remi talked about leaving, however, Loren bit his lip. Perhaps there was a way to alleviate the alchemist’s concerns. ”You could stay. For tea. Or a meal. Make sure I eat something.” Though that wasn’t something the summoner needed—though he supposed it depended on the definition of need—he found that he would like the company. Everyone else always skipped the meals he made.
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