there's light at the edge of the darkness
Shrugging, Loren took a final sip of his tea before setting it on the tray he'd brought it over on. "Our tragic backstories, latest mistakes, reasons we drown our sorrows, and dead lovers mostly." His tone was self-deprecating and he shot Maea a guiltily apologetic smile. "Sorry. That probably wasn't exactly the answer you wanted to hear considering..." Voice trailing off, he waved a hand vaguely and awkwardly in the air.
Sighing, he rubbed his eyes then yawned again, though more out of habit than because he was actually tired. "Thanks." He reached up to clasp her hand, and raised his head to meet her eyes. "I couldn't have done it without you. Really." Squeezing her hand, he released it and rubbed his palms against his thigh. "And I...it helped that I don't like that version of myself. The destructive one." He bit his lip and looked away.
Sighing, he rubbed his eyes then yawned again, though more out of habit than because he was actually tired. "Thanks." He reached up to clasp her hand, and raised his head to meet her eyes. "I couldn't have done it without you. Really." Squeezing her hand, he released it and rubbed his palms against his thigh. "And I...it helped that I don't like that version of myself. The destructive one." He bit his lip and looked away.
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