What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
He goes on a rant, and she lets him, just shrugging in response. She won’t keep pushing, won’t try to make him see what he’s doing. It sounds like he’s trying to convince himself of his disinterest as much as her. Maybe she’s reading too much into it and he really doesn’t like Loren, but honestly, Loren was kind of hard not to like. He was an ass sometimes, but he cared, and oh, now wouldn’t that just scare the living shit out of her brother?
She lets it go, having accomplished all she can at this moment. Instead, she turns back to the paper at his question, scribbling. You haven’t guessed? It was hardly just this conversation that she’d found herself defending Loren, far more than she defends any other Outlander (though she does defend others as well). Still, it seems almost obvious, except of course that Weaver never really likes anyone. Not like this.
Sighing slightly, she grabs for the paper again, adding to the note. I don’t even know that there’s anything to tell, honestly. You are the only one I’ve said a thing to. She turns it back around, waiting. There is something strangely earnest about her expression, and if her brother is paying attention, he’ll see it. He’ll see that Loren isn’t just another boy, or at least, that the possibility of him not being is real. It’s too soon to know for sure, but still, it is unusual for Weaver to even consider it.
She lets it go, having accomplished all she can at this moment. Instead, she turns back to the paper at his question, scribbling. You haven’t guessed? It was hardly just this conversation that she’d found herself defending Loren, far more than she defends any other Outlander (though she does defend others as well). Still, it seems almost obvious, except of course that Weaver never really likes anyone. Not like this.
Sighing slightly, she grabs for the paper again, adding to the note. I don’t even know that there’s anything to tell, honestly. You are the only one I’ve said a thing to. She turns it back around, waiting. There is something strangely earnest about her expression, and if her brother is paying attention, he’ll see it. He’ll see that Loren isn’t just another boy, or at least, that the possibility of him not being is real. It’s too soon to know for sure, but still, it is unusual for Weaver to even consider it.
Weaver
