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Sighing, Loren ran his free hand through his hair. "Thanks." The word came out quietly, but with a great deal of gratitude, and he squeezed Sam's hand. The healer remained silent throughout the bookmaker's advice. At the end of it, the Launceleyn let out a huff of laughter. "I know. It's not helping, I know it's not." Dropping the other man's hand, Loren rubbed his own a bit nervously. "It felt easier, after. To just...lose myself in pleasures, even if they didn't feel any good. I thought it would help." An ugly expression crossed his features, one that was equal parts grief-stricken, guilty, and embarrassed. "But the only thing that seems to help is time." That admission came out softly, but with the raw sorrow of lost love. LOREN Not quite an open book