Don't put your happiness in other people's hands
Surprise, surprise, Korbin didn't believe him. He thought it ridiculous, but settled for a shrug, clearly not buying it, but not going to argue the point when they wouldn't get anywhere with it anyway.
The praise and the smile ran off the young man like water off waxed canvas. He just resumed his work, and kept grinding herbs until Loren interrupted him again. Gazing off at the book in question, he couldn't help but frown a bit. He was supposed to work even when he wasn't working? It was presuming a great deal, to suggest the youngest Hale sibling had any free time to spare for reading.
"Alright," he replied, though there was a tightness to the reply he couldn't hide. Korbin was starting to wonder why he had taken this job in the first place. There were so many other things he could be doing... Why wasn't he doing those instead? Why did he torment himself by staying here when it made his skin crawl and every fibre of his being screamed to leave?
He didn't even make sense to himself anymore.
The praise and the smile ran off the young man like water off waxed canvas. He just resumed his work, and kept grinding herbs until Loren interrupted him again. Gazing off at the book in question, he couldn't help but frown a bit. He was supposed to work even when he wasn't working? It was presuming a great deal, to suggest the youngest Hale sibling had any free time to spare for reading.
"Alright," he replied, though there was a tightness to the reply he couldn't hide. Korbin was starting to wonder why he had taken this job in the first place. There were so many other things he could be doing... Why wasn't he doing those instead? Why did he torment himself by staying here when it made his skin crawl and every fibre of his being screamed to leave?
He didn't even make sense to himself anymore.
They'll drop it
KORBIN
