whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren smiled as Amalia squeezed his hand, though his was as sad as hers. However, when she asked about his LongNight, he flushed a furious crimson and took a large gulp of the wine. ”It was uh, eventful.” His voice came out half-choked until he cleared it. ”How about yours?” Thankfully, she provided an out with the mention of plans and dinner and he flashed a grateful look at her.Running a hand through his hair, he shrugged. ”Bread sounds great to me.” At this point, he just needed to eat, and wasn't picky about what it was, plus he was pretty sure the baker had some pretty damn good bread. "I don't really have plans beyond not dying to Zariah, I guess." Then, he looked away, more than a bit shy. "I was thinking about opening a school, though." His voice came out quietly.
what goes, let go
LOREN
