wedding bell blues

As Sunjata sneered at Loren, his own expression stayed placid, unperturbed. ”Why not?” He held out his hands, palms cupped. Water appeared in them out of nowhere, rising up until it overflowed. However, he dropped hands and water both as the bartender explained what he meant. The summoner scoffed. "I'm sorry, I thought you said you didn't know what she wanted." He wiped his hands on his thighs before crossing his arms. He laughed harshly at the bartender. "You've done nothing but whine about how difficult this marriage is going to be for you this entire conversation." The Launceleyn's hands clenched into fists. "I am sorry about the fact that you lost Lusea. Again. And that you've had a hard life. But you wanna know what's hard? Losing a child. Wanna know what else is hard? Having your best friend try to commit suicide in your hands, and then disappear." The words poured out of him in a rush. "You want to know what the rest of us are doing? Trying to do the right thing, no matter how difficult it is." LOREN Not quite an open book