The white sheep of the family
As Remi asked why Loren hadn’t listened to his subconscious, he laughed and opened his eyes. Again, there was very little mirth in the sound (read: none). ”My instincts are shitty. You should know that better than most.” He tried to muster up a smile, but it died before it could even reach his lips.
It did make it there when the alchemist brought up the summoner's tendency towards arson. Or at least his lips twitched. "See? Shitty instincts." However, even the Launceleyn knew the joke fell flat. Sighing, he tried to keep the sadness from his eyes but knew he was unsuccessful. "It doesn't really matter now." He rolled his head so that one cheek was resting against his arm and he didn't have to watch the other man's reaction.
It did make it there when the alchemist brought up the summoner's tendency towards arson. Or at least his lips twitched. "See? Shitty instincts." However, even the Launceleyn knew the joke fell flat. Sighing, he tried to keep the sadness from his eyes but knew he was unsuccessful. "It doesn't really matter now." He rolled his head so that one cheek was resting against his arm and he didn't have to watch the other man's reaction.
Will blood tell
