The white sheep of the family
Snorting, Loren spun his mug idly between his hands. "Fair enough. Doesn't exactly answer my question though." However, he shrugged, hopefully communicating that he didn't really need an answer.
Still not turning to face Remi, the healer took another sip. Then he stared into the depths of the mug. "That's one word for it." The words were spoken more to himself and they were tinged with about as much sadness as he could muster these days.
Sighing, he tossed the rest of his drink back, then tapped the bar for another. "Does it matter?" His drink arrived and he slid his finger around the rim of it idly. Then he nodded slowly. "Yes. Never told him though, so congratulations, you were right about the importance of speaking while you still have the time too." The words were equal parts bitter and guilty.
Still not turning to face Remi, the healer took another sip. Then he stared into the depths of the mug. "That's one word for it." The words were spoken more to himself and they were tinged with about as much sadness as he could muster these days.
Sighing, he tossed the rest of his drink back, then tapped the bar for another. "Does it matter?" His drink arrived and he slid his finger around the rim of it idly. Then he nodded slowly. "Yes. Never told him though, so congratulations, you were right about the importance of speaking while you still have the time too." The words were equal parts bitter and guilty.
Will blood tell
