whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren laughed outright at Maea's assertion. ”People have touched me recently and none of them have done it out of pity.” It came out with a wicked edge, and he raised his eyebrows at her as if daring her to dispute it.As she moved away, he moved back, slouching against the wall. "His poor choices and coping mechanisms are part of him." When she brought up Abasi, however, his eyes flashed with something dark and ugly and he snarled.
Raising a hand, the one holding the empty cup, he pointed his finger at her. "Don't. Don't tell me how to grieve, how to act, how to be. I'm not using this as an excuse." He growled again. "I'm just not letting grief be an excuse not to enjoy my life." The words were flung at her with a great deal of venom.
However, his anger grew just as chilly as hers was. He tossed back the other cup almost carelessly. Then he spread his arms, almost invitingly. "I'm not hiding. Give me these so-called consequences."
what goes, let go
LOREN
