Love mends even the broken parts
At Phoebe’s analysis, Loren shrugged. ”They certainly don’t make me a good one.” Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, though he shot her a grateful smile. Then he waved away her apology. ”No need to apologize.” He genuinely meant that.
However, he immediately shook his head. "I disagree." Grinning at her, he tilted his head. "If I can be forgiven for the sh—stuff I pulled over the past year or so, I'm pretty sure people will find it in their hearts to forgive you for things you had no control over while you were blighted." His tone was as gentle and comforting as he could manage. "You just need to be patient." Then his expression softened. "Which sucks. A lot."
Then he dropped his voice to a whisper that only she could hear, leaning forward to ensure it. "And if they don't forgive you, fuck them."
However, he immediately shook his head. "I disagree." Grinning at her, he tilted his head. "If I can be forgiven for the sh—stuff I pulled over the past year or so, I'm pretty sure people will find it in their hearts to forgive you for things you had no control over while you were blighted." His tone was as gentle and comforting as he could manage. "You just need to be patient." Then his expression softened. "Which sucks. A lot."
Then he dropped his voice to a whisper that only she could hear, leaning forward to ensure it. "And if they don't forgive you, fuck them."
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