whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Shrugging, Loren shook his head sadly. "Maybe. Or maybe we're just too afraid to admit it to ourselves." Voice slightly slurred, he gestured vaguely, as if to indicate that there was no real rhyme or reason to any of this."Better than having no people at all." It came out swiftly, without actual conscious thought behind it. Pressing his lips together, he found himself tilting his mug back and forth, anything to avoid looking at Sunjata.
At least the bartender retracted his thanks. The healer nodded slowly, then tossed back his drink. Sitting up straight, he turned to face the other man. "I'm sorry for your losses." It came out quietly, and quickly, as if the Launceleyn needed to say it before he chickened out. "And I hope everything works out for you and Maea."
what goes, let go
LOREN
