LOREN
Loren snorted. "Yeah, but try telling them that." The joke was weak and self-deprecating and bitter, but at least it was a joke. He rubbed his arm a little nervously and a little guiltily, suddenly unable to meet Maea's gaze.
Shrugging, he glanced out to where the sun had finally broken fully free of the horizon. "I don't know that I like anything these days." It came out in that same broken whisper that he'd been speaking with for a while. Still, he turned to examine the hand she offered.
Slowly, he nodded. "Alright." Tentatively, he reached out to lay his palm on hers. However, as he did, he hesitated slightly. "Why..." Throat choked, he cleared it. "Why do you...why are you still here? Helping me?"
Shrugging, he glanced out to where the sun had finally broken fully free of the horizon. "I don't know that I like anything these days." It came out in that same broken whisper that he'd been speaking with for a while. Still, he turned to examine the hand she offered.
Slowly, he nodded. "Alright." Tentatively, he reached out to lay his palm on hers. However, as he did, he hesitated slightly. "Why..." Throat choked, he cleared it. "Why do you...why are you still here? Helping me?"
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
