Love mends even the broken parts
At Maea's excitement, Loren rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "Really?" It came out hesitantly, and his brow furrowed. "Like I said I'm not sure it's...good to um, encourage my...those tendencies." However, his voice was wavering, as was his conviction.
Then, though, he shook his head a bit sadly. "You've not seen it in action." It came out in a whisper, and he sighed.
He pulled away, removing his arm from her shoulder, clearly deeply uncomfortable with the praise. Fingers drumming a nervous beat against his thigh, he shifted his weight from side to side a bit. "It's not...no. I'm...not that. And there are others who have gone through far worse, and who do far more than the world than I. Who don't get...angry, or distant, or bitter."
Then, though, he shook his head a bit sadly. "You've not seen it in action." It came out in a whisper, and he sighed.
He pulled away, removing his arm from her shoulder, clearly deeply uncomfortable with the praise. Fingers drumming a nervous beat against his thigh, he shifted his weight from side to side a bit. "It's not...no. I'm...not that. And there are others who have gone through far worse, and who do far more than the world than I. Who don't get...angry, or distant, or bitter."
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