there's light at the edge of the darkness
Rubbing his forehead, Loren sighed at Maea imitated Sunjata. The healer grimaced slightly and took a sip of his tea. "Just because someone you care about said something about you doesn't mean they're right and it doesn't make it true." Tone still soft and soothing, he reached out to lay a gentle hand on her shoulder again.
As she went on, he squeezed her in what he hoped was a reassuring way. "Maybe someone to listen without judgment is all he needed." Shrugging, he released her, curling both hands around his cup. "Hurt people hurt people. And you can't help someone who doesn't want it." He gave her a rueful smile, since he was more than aware that applied to him as well.
Tapping a finger against the cup, he glanced at her mostly untouched tea and raised an eyebrow. "What do you want to do right now?" The question was as hesitant as everything else about him right now.
As she went on, he squeezed her in what he hoped was a reassuring way. "Maybe someone to listen without judgment is all he needed." Shrugging, he released her, curling both hands around his cup. "Hurt people hurt people. And you can't help someone who doesn't want it." He gave her a rueful smile, since he was more than aware that applied to him as well.
Tapping a finger against the cup, he glanced at her mostly untouched tea and raised an eyebrow. "What do you want to do right now?" The question was as hesitant as everything else about him right now.
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