whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Smirking again at Maea's rather tart tone, Loren raised the empty cups to her. "You should try it some time." The suggestion was obviously made mockingly. "Because it sure is working out for me. And while I don't need your permission, thanks" The last word practically oozed sarcasm.Snorting as she mentioned she wouldn't hit him, he let his arms drop to his sides. However, he let out a huff of laughter as she revealed her 'consequences.' "So, what, I'm supposed to somehow care that you're choosing to punish yourself because you disapprove of my behavior, which is harming no one but myself?" He shrugged. "You can play the martyr. You and Sunjata have that much in common, at least." Dropping his voice to a whisper, he leaned towards her a little. "But that doesn't make you one."
Pushing off the wall, he stalked after her as she walked away. "For the record, I did want you around, and I didn't want to drive you away." His voice came out almost conversationally. "But guess what. That moral high ground you're so desperately clinging to? It doesn't exist."
what goes, let go
LOREN
