Book 3: Chapter 66: Siblings Talk and Perfection Begets Perfection
Lone smiled. 'Not when I wanted to do this, but fuck, what choice do I have? Didn't expect her to suddenly cry. Poor thing... I've not been good to her.'
He separated from Hazel who instinctively reached out, trying to maintain the hug. "Just a sec, 'kay? Don't want our catch up to be on the floor, of all places."
Still crying a little, Hazel sniffled, rubbed her nose, and slowly nodded. "Then where?"
Lone grinned. He waved his hand and a white sofa made of Exotic Urudian Tiger fur appeared. It was big enough to fit two people and was more comfortable than anything else Lone had plundered during his militaristic enlistment days. It must have belonged to a really rich dwarven household considering the mansion he'd nabbed it from.
Lone reached down and pulled his sister to her feet before lightly and gently pushing her onto the sofa. He quickly set next to her and hugged her with one arm. "Now you can cry as much as you want. If you've gotta make a mess of yourself, at least do it in comfort, right?"
Hazel leaned in to his hug and smiled at him. The two then sat in silence for a few minutes as Lone pulled out a tissue every 30 or so seconds for his sister to wipe her eyes and blow her nose with.
'Now how the fuck do I approach this? I think the hug is doing a lot of leg work already, but I'm not great with sensitive stuff. I usually try to cut through all of that bullshit with honesty... It works with Sofia and Breena, but this is Hazel... Hmm...' Lone thought.
"Is everything okay?" was his sister's first question as she stole the initiative from him.
He gave her a quizzical look. "Yeah, relatively speaking."