Love mends even the broken parts
Loren raised his eyebrows at Maea. "Hey now, neither of us got beaten up by squirrels. We vanquished them and successfully navigated the Labyrinth." For just a moment, he smiled fiercely at her.
It shifted into a concerned look almost immediately. "My patient, my magic, my decision." However, his hand hovered just above her shoulder, not touching just yet.
Flushing, he shook his head. "No, I'm sorry." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "It's just...it was um, from my drunken philandering days. Well, earlier than that, but that's when I ah, saw her last. Most recently." Suddenly, he found he couldn't meet her eyes, and his cheeks had turned an even more furious crimson.
It shifted into a concerned look almost immediately. "My patient, my magic, my decision." However, his hand hovered just above her shoulder, not touching just yet.
Flushing, he shook his head. "No, I'm sorry." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "It's just...it was um, from my drunken philandering days. Well, earlier than that, but that's when I ah, saw her last. Most recently." Suddenly, he found he couldn't meet her eyes, and his cheeks had turned an even more furious crimson.
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