know it all

He doesn't mean to be so bleak, Ronin's hand coming up at last to press over Remi's, his eyes closing over the fall of fresh tears. He draws all the strength he can from the alchemist, all the maybe we cans, all the mights, every perhaps that slips from Remi's lips. And he shivers at the low thrum of fear that flows between them when the Lullaby asks his question, the way it makes his blood run cold. It's slow, like ice thawing, but a smile creeps across Ronin's face, and he moves to grasp the other man's wrists, as if to help anchor himself to the present. "I am wallowing, aren't I?" he whispers, as if it has only just occurred to him. "You. I want you - of course I want you. Gods, I am so sorry. We'll figure it out, we'll find a way. I just... fuck, I was so angry. I should have just come to you." RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving