The white sheep of the family
Smiling faintly at Weaver's assessment, Loren nodded. "I can live with that." There was still that gentle concern in his voice, but also a great deal of fondness for the angry younger man.
The healer just grinned outright at her response. "Can't? Or won't?" Still, he let her capture a scone, actually catching it with his telekinesis before it hit the ground and holding it in place for her. Setting the tray down on the counter, he busied himself with banking the fire in the oven.
Lips twitching in wry amusement, he just shook his head. "Gods, why does everything always have to be so complicated." He gave her a rueful look to let her know that the question was entirely rhetorical.
The healer just grinned outright at her response. "Can't? Or won't?" Still, he let her capture a scone, actually catching it with his telekinesis before it hit the ground and holding it in place for her. Setting the tray down on the counter, he busied himself with banking the fire in the oven.
Lips twitching in wry amusement, he just shook his head. "Gods, why does everything always have to be so complicated." He gave her a rueful look to let her know that the question was entirely rhetorical.
Will blood tell
