What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
Well, it couldn’t last long, could it? She almost laughs at that sigh, at the look on his face even if no one else would catch it but her. After all, she knows her brother, but she keeps herself from eye rolling in his direction before he’s even spoken. Though she does laugh at his account of Loren. There’s probably some truth to that on both sides. Loren did seem to worm his way right in, though she clearly hadn’t minded. Not that her brother has quite figured out just how much Weaver didn’t mind. She’d have that conversation with him only if it actually mattered, and so far, she wasn’t sure Loren felt the same.
She stretches as he talks, hooking her hands behind her back and pulling, trying to stretch out her shoulders which have slowly hunched with the work. Then she picks up the pencil again, scribbling in her lap before turning the paper back to him. Have you ever thought that maybe it's not you he’s doing it for, but himself? He may not even realize it.
The thing she’d learned about Loren is just how much he cares, and for so much of his life no one had cared back. Even now, she wasn’t sure how good his relationship with Neron was or wasn’t, and maybe Loren just wanted to find some place he actually belonged. Sometimes it was easier to hide behind the guise of helping though than realizing you needed it more for yourself. That ought to sound familiar to her brother, if he could be so introspective for a moment.
She stretches as he talks, hooking her hands behind her back and pulling, trying to stretch out her shoulders which have slowly hunched with the work. Then she picks up the pencil again, scribbling in her lap before turning the paper back to him. Have you ever thought that maybe it's not you he’s doing it for, but himself? He may not even realize it.
The thing she’d learned about Loren is just how much he cares, and for so much of his life no one had cared back. Even now, she wasn’t sure how good his relationship with Neron was or wasn’t, and maybe Loren just wanted to find some place he actually belonged. Sometimes it was easier to hide behind the guise of helping though than realizing you needed it more for yourself. That ought to sound familiar to her brother, if he could be so introspective for a moment.
Weaver
