LOREN
At Phoebe’s response to Loren’s comments—honestly, he’d been expecting her to object much more than she had—he paused in his cleaning and gave her a blank look. He knew that pretty much anything that he wanted to say in that moment would just upset her, so he simply turned back to his cleaning. ”If you say so.” More often than not, even before his current descent into darkness, he’d felt like an extra, unwanted part of this world, something to be dealt with rather than a real person. It was probably selfish and self-centered and prideful, but he wasn’t above admitting that he was all those things, and more.
Apparently men doing housework was an aberration to the healer. At the very least, it was a surprise to her; he could barely prevent himself from rolling his eyes at her statement. ”Who do you think cooks and cleans for everyone at the Manor? Me, Phoebe.” No doubt that admission would send her into a spiral of shock, but that was her problem, not his. Then she had the audacity to challenge him again. Quirking an eyebrow, he started using his telekinesis to clean the plates as well, speeding up the process. The cobbler was almost done, and he wanted to be finished with the dishes before he took it out.
Apparently men doing housework was an aberration to the healer. At the very least, it was a surprise to her; he could barely prevent himself from rolling his eyes at her statement. ”Who do you think cooks and cleans for everyone at the Manor? Me, Phoebe.” No doubt that admission would send her into a spiral of shock, but that was her problem, not his. Then she had the audacity to challenge him again. Quirking an eyebrow, he started using his telekinesis to clean the plates as well, speeding up the process. The cobbler was almost done, and he wanted to be finished with the dishes before he took it out.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
