whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren clearly didn’t care if Sunjata smoked or not, given his lack of reaction to the bartender’s lit cigarette. ”Yeah, well Safrin has little love for me and the feeling is kind of mutual.” The healer’s voice came out more snarl than words, though the flash of annoyance faded almost immediately.Glancing at the other man, the Launceleyn shrugged. "Wasn't planning on doing it in front of her again, so sure." The words came out bitterly. Still, he nodded slowly.
"Same to you, I suppose." Taking a long drink, he traced a finger around the rim of the mug after. "Don't break her heart. She deserves better than that." There was a threat in there, albeit buried deep under exhaustion and despair.
what goes, let go
LOREN
