wedding bell blues

Loren let out a disgusted sound at Sunjata's latest bout of self-pity. Standing up, the summoner placed his palms flat on the wood of the bar, and his eyes flashed with a dark light. "Spare me the sob story. No one thinks you're a martyr for doing this." His voice was low and dangerous. "Have you ever once considered this from her perspective? Or are you too much of a stubborn asshole to do that." Taking a deep breath, he sat down again. "As for me, I know that we'd be bad together. Unlike you, though, I actually care, so I will not subject her to that unhappiness." There might've been more than a hint of derision in that last sentence. LOREN Not quite an open book