As happy as I'm ever gonna be

As Samuel revealed his father had been a philanderer too, Loren's lips twisted in something halfway between a smile and a grimace, between amusement and sympathy. "Ah. Well. I'm sorry to hear that." His expression softened a bit. "Good luck, though. I know how tricky that is." Raising a hand, he gave the redhead's shoulder a gentle squeeze, though the healer's eyes had grown a bit sad as he remembered the awkwardness with Sulis, and that she didn't make it to Caido. Sighing, he lifted his hand from the other man to run it through his hair. "Perhaps you're right. I'm trying to do that myself, I suppose. Trying to figure out what makes me...happy." Happy wasn't quite the right word, as evidenced by the Launceleyn's hesitation, but it was close enough. The sun kept rising as they walked towards Samuel's home. The redhead chattered, and Loren interjected every now and then as needed. It didn't take long to arrival at the Domicile, and thankfully it was still early enough that the streets were almost deserted. At the other man's offer, the healer raised his eyebrows. "Thank you?" His confusion was evident. Glancing down at his own clothes, surprised at how rumpled and dirty they'd become (and how unfashionable, given how he'd thrown them on bleary in the middle of the night, not that he cared about such things), he shrugged. LOREN Not quite an open book