The white sheep of the family
Loren just shrugged and took another swig. As Remi went on to speak about why he might drink, however, the healer glanced over. Then he laughed bitterly. "Right. Of course. Sorry." He pulled his knees back to his chest and just stared at the horizon.
When he spoke next, it was quiet. "You idiot." Despite the fact that he was basically whisper, there was a great deal of scorn in his voice. "That man loves you so much he's willing to look past the fact you asked me to kiss you. Was willing to stick with you through death and sickness." For a moment, his fingers grew white knuckled on the bottle. "That's in the vows, right? Sickness and health, good times and bad."
Taking another long drink, he blinked away tears that suddenly sprang to his eyes. "You might not have good left in you. So what? No one is asking you to be good, and if they are, fuck them." He pointed the bottle at the other man. "But you don't get to decide who he wants to be with and why."
When he spoke next, it was quiet. "You idiot." Despite the fact that he was basically whisper, there was a great deal of scorn in his voice. "That man loves you so much he's willing to look past the fact you asked me to kiss you. Was willing to stick with you through death and sickness." For a moment, his fingers grew white knuckled on the bottle. "That's in the vows, right? Sickness and health, good times and bad."
Taking another long drink, he blinked away tears that suddenly sprang to his eyes. "You might not have good left in you. So what? No one is asking you to be good, and if they are, fuck them." He pointed the bottle at the other man. "But you don't get to decide who he wants to be with and why."
Will blood tell
