LOREN
As Phoebe turned down Loren’s soup, he sighed, and nudged it closer to her. ”Neither am I. But I don’t care. Eat anyway.” He scooted his chair closer, and then lifted each and every jar, bottle, and ingredient that she reached for out of the way with his telekinesis. ”No one is currently in critical condition anymore, and I can guarantee you your remaining patients will be much more distressed if you work yourself to the bone making medicines that they can wait a little bit longer for." Again, his voice came out softly, almost gently, and without much emotion beyond that.
He nodded in response to her words. "If you need anything from me, please let me know." With that, he took over making medicines, though he'd lift everything out of the way if she tried to help.
He nodded in response to her words. "If you need anything from me, please let me know." With that, he took over making medicines, though he'd lift everything out of the way if she tried to help.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
