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He didn't elaborate; not entirely. He didn't put words to their relations, or to his feelings for Laurel. He only said that he cared for her much, not only as a leader or as a healer. He didn't call her a friend. Laurel felt a weird twist in her gut. Perhaps it was the mystery of it all. She had hoped that he would say something... decisive. She'd hoped that he called her a friend so they could put all the misery of the heat behind them and move on as friends.

But in the end, he only kept the mystery of it all alive and he did not answer her. At least, not directly. The fact that he did not call her a friend made her feel a little uneasy, although by now she knew that she could trust Mahler not to touch her. He was the only man that she trusted enough for that.

He asked her to let him go, afraid to misstep. It filled Laurel with a burning feeling of rejection that he was so desperate to leave her. It didn't seem like it was for her own interests; it seemed like that was only an excuse. Just like everyone before him, dearest. It'd been a while. Laurel looked at Mahler and said, Alright. Have a good day. She looked away, then, biting her lip, but keeping the burning feeling of rejection complacent for now. Only when he was far out of sight would she dare to cry, even though she was hardly sure what she was crying for this time. Perhaps simply the not understanding any of it.