LOREN
Loren just stared at Oliver. Finally, the summoner sighed. ”Okay? And did that we include me?” His voice came out in an almost monotone.
As the other man asked for the Launceleyn's to listen, he raised his eyebrows. However, he stood there, expression impassive and inscrutable. When Oliver finished, Loren sighed, and rubbed his temples. "I don't want you to do anything." The words were soft.
Biting his lip, he found his foot tapping on the ground before he forced it still. "Fine." There was a defeated tone in the acceptance, one born from the knowledge that it would simply be easier not to argue with this. Or with anything, really.
As the other man asked for the Launceleyn's to listen, he raised his eyebrows. However, he stood there, expression impassive and inscrutable. When Oliver finished, Loren sighed, and rubbed his temples. "I don't want you to do anything." The words were soft.
Biting his lip, he found his foot tapping on the ground before he forced it still. "Fine." There was a defeated tone in the acceptance, one born from the knowledge that it would simply be easier not to argue with this. Or with anything, really.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
