They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Loren sighed at Oliver's response. Taking a long sip from the cider, the healer moved to refill it. "I didn't suggest that for his good, but for yours. Disrespecting him is a bad idea." As his fellow hybrid went on to talk about Ingrid, the Launceleyn rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath. "She's on the council with me. I can't exactly speak ill of her."
Lowering his hand, he gave the other man a confused look. "Why are you mad at me?" Loren was legitimately confused at Oliver's reaction.
Taking another sip of the cider, the healer tapped the edge of the outside of the cup it was in with an annoyed finger. "I'm sorry to hear that. Flirting how?" He tilted his head to one side.
Letting out of huff of laughter, he shrugged. "Are you attracted to him?" He raised his eyebrows suggestively at his fellow hybrid. Nodding at the other man's explanation about his previous world, the Launceleyn's brown furrowed. "Can you remember anything else?"
Lowering his hand, he gave the other man a confused look. "Why are you mad at me?" Loren was legitimately confused at Oliver's reaction.
Taking another sip of the cider, the healer tapped the edge of the outside of the cup it was in with an annoyed finger. "I'm sorry to hear that. Flirting how?" He tilted his head to one side.
Letting out of huff of laughter, he shrugged. "Are you attracted to him?" He raised his eyebrows suggestively at his fellow hybrid. Nodding at the other man's explanation about his previous world, the Launceleyn's brown furrowed. "Can you remember anything else?"
LOREN
