As happy as I'm ever gonna be

Sighing, Loren shrugged. He didn't answer Samuel right away. Instead the healer just laid on his back and stared at the still brightening sky. ”I have. But not often. Not as much as I’ve felt unwanted.” The words came out quietly. They were depressing enough even without the sad tone he said them, and he took a swig from his rapidly emptying flask. Perhaps the slight buzz of the alcohol made him bold. Or maybe it was simply hearing the desire for human contact from the redhead, one that echoed within the Launceleyn as well. Regardless, he reached out to give the other man's hand a gentle squeeze. "It's not sad at all. It's normal." Releasing Samuel, Loren turned to his side so that he could look at the redhead. "But I've tried the whole making people feel bad to try and make myself feel better. It doesn't work." Again, Loren spoke softly, and with a great deal of sorrow. His eyes had grown more than a bit haunted and his expression was guilty. LOREN Not quite an open book