They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Loren’s eyes drifted over Oliver’s bare chest for a moment. Then the healer reached for the clothes that the other hybrid had taken off. Opening the sewing kit, the Launceleyn threaded two needles, making sure they matched the colors of the clothes, though he couldn't care less about fashion.
That done, he bent his head, and sewed one article of clothing with his hands and the other with his telekinesis. ”Rude and snappy isn’t fine. You’re almost nauseatingly cheerful and optimistic.” Glancing up, he smirked as the pants were added to the pile of clothes. Then his eyes were drawn to the odd bulge in Oliver's underwear.
The smirked widened, though Loren focused his gaze on his work again. "So come on, spill. Though it looks like you might be more excited than upset to me."
That done, he bent his head, and sewed one article of clothing with his hands and the other with his telekinesis. ”Rude and snappy isn’t fine. You’re almost nauseatingly cheerful and optimistic.” Glancing up, he smirked as the pants were added to the pile of clothes. Then his eyes were drawn to the odd bulge in Oliver's underwear.
The smirked widened, though Loren focused his gaze on his work again. "So come on, spill. Though it looks like you might be more excited than upset to me."
LOREN
