LOREN
Snorting, Loren shook his head. "That's not true. I'm seeking approval from people other than myself too." However, his expression softened as Neron went on. "I appreciate it. Maybe...maybe we can try to make it a more regular occurrence." The healer bit his lip, looking almost hopeful even in the midst of his doubts.
Ruffling his hair sheepishly, he shook his head helplessly. "You're probably not going to like the answer," he warned, glancing up at his brother. Taking a deep breath, Loren tried to stem his embarrassment and stop the blush from creeping up even further. "Weaver."
Uncoiling from his ball, he nodded. "We'll talk further when you have secured your freedom, then." Realizing how formal that sounded, he sighed. "Let's make our ancestors roll over in their fiery graves and actually try to be actual brothers?" The end of the question ended tentatively.
Ruffling his hair sheepishly, he shook his head helplessly. "You're probably not going to like the answer," he warned, glancing up at his brother. Taking a deep breath, Loren tried to stem his embarrassment and stop the blush from creeping up even further. "Weaver."
Uncoiling from his ball, he nodded. "We'll talk further when you have secured your freedom, then." Realizing how formal that sounded, he sighed. "Let's make our ancestors roll over in their fiery graves and actually try to be actual brothers?" The end of the question ended tentatively.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
