They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Loren raised his eyebrows at Oliver's question. "Not really my place to decide." Shrugging, the healer let out a huff of bitter laughter. "My brother keeps his own counsel most of the time. But if you prove yourself worthy he might grant you an audience." Despite his best efforts, he couldn't keep his annoyance from creeping into his voice or bleeding through his link with the other hybrid.
At the other man's explanation, the Launceleyn pressed his lips together, clearly not convinced. "Why does life have you down?" Although he tried to give Oliver a sympathetic smile, Loren wasn't sure how successful he was.
He tilted his head to one side as his fellow hybrid explained his troubles with Amun. "So he...gave you a nickname and winked at you?" It was evident the healer didn't understand why that was so problematic. "Is it possible that's just his demeanor? My cousin was like that before she..." His voice trailed off and he swallowed, a stricken expression crossing his features.
Shrugging, he took a sip of his cider. "Does being with him make you happier? Do you want to spend more time with him? Do you want to touch him, and be touched in return?" There was something distant about his questions, and it was clear he couldn't quite muster up the understanding necessary to gossip with the other man about his crush. Indeed, talking about it just made the Launceleyn sad and guilty.
Brow furrowing, he rolled his mug between his palms. "Were they made of wood? Did they come in on a regular or irregular schedule?"
At the other man's explanation, the Launceleyn pressed his lips together, clearly not convinced. "Why does life have you down?" Although he tried to give Oliver a sympathetic smile, Loren wasn't sure how successful he was.
He tilted his head to one side as his fellow hybrid explained his troubles with Amun. "So he...gave you a nickname and winked at you?" It was evident the healer didn't understand why that was so problematic. "Is it possible that's just his demeanor? My cousin was like that before she..." His voice trailed off and he swallowed, a stricken expression crossing his features.
Shrugging, he took a sip of his cider. "Does being with him make you happier? Do you want to spend more time with him? Do you want to touch him, and be touched in return?" There was something distant about his questions, and it was clear he couldn't quite muster up the understanding necessary to gossip with the other man about his crush. Indeed, talking about it just made the Launceleyn sad and guilty.
Brow furrowing, he rolled his mug between his palms. "Were they made of wood? Did they come in on a regular or irregular schedule?"
LOREN
