whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
As Maea turned her head to look, Loren did the same, ignoring the protest from his shoulders as his neck twisted to the side. For a long moment after she spoke, he was silent, eyes distant. Then he sighed. ”You’re welcome. And there is no need to apologize. I know you didn't mean it." He paused for the briefest of instants."But...also, accepted” His voice came out quietly.Biting his lip, he studied her features. Finally, he forced himself to sit up, muscles flaring in pain as he did. "Can I offer you some shitty and unsolicited advice?" He didn't look at her. Instead, he reached out for his bag and pulled it close to him, checking that the contents were undamaged.
what goes, let go
LOREN
