LOREN
As Oliver shifted back to human, so did Loren. The summoner’s mind was still walled off, but inside there was little but a dull ache and the exhaustion that seemed to dog his steps everywhere he went these days. Paint dripped down the Launceleyn as well, but he made no move to do anything about it.
At the other man’s words, Loren studied Oliver's features. The summoner's expression was inscrutable, besides his eyes which were tired. "I know you're just...speaking the truth, and trying to cheer me up, and trying to get me to open up." He spread his arms in a helpless gesture. "But I just...I can't right now. Maybe not ever, but definitely right now."
At the other man’s words, Loren studied Oliver's features. The summoner's expression was inscrutable, besides his eyes which were tired. "I know you're just...speaking the truth, and trying to cheer me up, and trying to get me to open up." He spread his arms in a helpless gesture. "But I just...I can't right now. Maybe not ever, but definitely right now."
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
