Moonspear Picture a place where it all doesn't hurt

Penn felt his heart thrum when she smiled at his words. It didn't last, but he held onto it.

He listened quietly as she spoke, processing it as best as he could. He wasn't exactly a great listener—he spent too much time trying to figure out how to respond instead of really hearing what was being said. He had never really considered before just how much of what Fig had told him he'd be willing to share. He'd never really told him not to repeat it, but it wasn't really something that needed to be said. Still.

"Fig's problem is he tries too hard to protect everyone, especially you," Penn said finally, "I told him he worries too much about doing the right thing. So much that when he finally does something, it's the wrong thing. Sounds like he did it again."

He rolled his eyes and sighed. He'd never considered that between the two of them, Penn would be the one to grow. Had anyone seen that one coming? Cause I didn't.