neron
Neron wants to say it - he wants to say I might be immortal but that doesn’t mean I can’t die - but it doesn’t seem like the time or the place. Not in Weaver’s old apartment, not with all that has just happened up at this Climb place. Loren is looking for solace and has come to him scarred and sooty, and the least Neron can do is be a good brother and not rub salt in the wound.
”Then I suppose I had better get used to it. Maybe even learn to enjoy it,” he drawls, grinning and taking the elbow in the ribs with a good natured chuckle. ”Listen, you haven’t punched me yet and I’m taking that as a compliment,” he fires back, sighing and ruffling a hand through his fair hair. ”Oh, I don’t know if I’ve changed her mind about all of us. I’m just taking things a day at a time right now.”
Nudging Loren back, he nods at his brother’s hands. ”You got time for a practice shift right now? Take your mind off everything else?”
”Then I suppose I had better get used to it. Maybe even learn to enjoy it,” he drawls, grinning and taking the elbow in the ribs with a good natured chuckle. ”Listen, you haven’t punched me yet and I’m taking that as a compliment,” he fires back, sighing and ruffling a hand through his fair hair. ”Oh, I don’t know if I’ve changed her mind about all of us. I’m just taking things a day at a time right now.”
Nudging Loren back, he nods at his brother’s hands. ”You got time for a practice shift right now? Take your mind off everything else?”
lay your hand on me, one last time
