there's a fire starting in my heart
reaching a fever pitch
Letting out a huff of laughter at Sunjata’s comment, Loren shrugged. ”If past experience is any indication, probably punch someone.” It came out in a grumble, but his eyes had crinkled slightly with amusement.Sighing, he scratched the back of his head. ”Or maybe it means people don’t trust me because they think I got the job through nepotism. Which...I kind of did.” The admission came out more sharply than he’d intended and he pressed his lips together.
Examining the bartender, the healer’s fingers tapped anxiously on the ground. ”I wish mine wouldn’t.” Then his mouth twisted into a caricature of a smile. ”But do you hate it as much as I do when people tell you to just wait for things to start to feel better?” There was a rueful edge to the question.
and it's bringing me out the dark
LOREN
