[Potironette]

Luck stared as Rune went red before him. Luck's hand reached over to his head. Huh, so it was like that. An odd feeling wormed its way into his chest. Luck controlled his face carefully, making a languid and impassive face.

Luck ripped a piece of brown paper towel from the dispenser. He crumpled it in his hands before swiping the towel under the sink for a moment. He remembered his younger days, when he'd gotten bullied in the playgrounds and ran into the bathroom to hide away his tears. Obviously, he'd hardened since.

He turned to Rune and dabbed at the tears with the softened towel. He briefly contemplated if he could take Rune under his wings as he did with Blitzel and Cork and Fran, but rejected that idea immediately. Those guys had cracked and toughened. On the other hand, Rune leaned the other way.