wedding bell blues

Loren snorted at Sunjata's comment. "Funny. I managed to get her to stop working and eat, and I didn't have to promise her a wedding to get her to do it." The summoner's scorn was back in full force, once more fed up with the whole situation. However, he had to stare at the bartender incredulously at the admission that he was as lost in all this as Phoebe was, and this was his convoluted and ill-thought way of trying to find some direction. "So let me get this straight. You're planning to ruin two people's lives because you don't know what you want from your own life?" The Launceleyn made a disgusted sound. "There's so much you could do." Standing up, he began to pace, his hands clenched into fists. "You could help find medicines for those who are still wounded. You could devote the considerable resources at your disposal to figuring out what the fuck happened at Fiat Lux. To making sure we're better prepared next time a tragedy strikes. To throwing a fucking party, even, or a wake, or a memorial, something to help people recover and move on from the horrors they've just experienced." Stopping, he glared at the other man. "But no. You're being selfish, shortsighted, and stubborn instead." Loren's nostrils flared. LOREN Not quite an open book