wedding bell blues

Loren sighed, and drummed his fingers on the bar. ”You were both blighted, and not in your right minds. You need to forgive yourself for that. Just show her it won’t happen again, and she’ll come along.” Although his expression and voice were surprisingly gentle, there was also a hint of a warning in there. When Sunjata refused healing, Loren threw up his hands again. ”Fine. Be stubborn and suffer for no reason beyond your pride, which is apparently the only thing you think you have.” It was evident just how dumb the summoner though the bartender was. The Launceleyn stared at the other man incredulously. ”Oh fuck off. Are you kidding me? You think you won’t get anything out of this?” Leaning forward, Loren’s eyes flashed. ”You are going to get a loving, supportive, generous wife, one that you probably don’t deserve, if we’re being honest. You should be mindful of that, while you insist on pitying yourself and suffering for absolutely no reason.” His tone was low. Snagging the parchment, the summoner tucked it away in a pocket. However, Sunjata’s question caused him to snort. ”No. But I think happiness is beyond all of us these days.” Hesitating, he looked away. ”I know I...look. I was a bit aggressive in coming here. But…” His voice trailed off as he bit his lip. ”I really did just want what was best for both you and Phoebe. And I don’t think this is it.” He shrugged more than a bit helplessly. LOREN Not quite an open book