we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Ronin finds himself smiling as the hug is returned, and he gives Sunjata's shoulders a squeeze before stepping back to take a seat with the other man. He sinks the first glass of whiskey without a thought, pouring another before he reminds himself that he really ought to get to the meat of their conversation before they start drinking properly. Letting out a long sigh, he listens to Sunjata's explanation with a wince. "Yeah, I heard about... some of that. Fuck's sake, Jata."
Rubbing at his forehead, he offers his friend an apologetic smile. "Hopefully I can help with one of the problems you've got. Pretty sure you've heard by now about all of this..." he gestures vaguely at the air, "between Remi and Nate? I don't want to see your husband dead and I sure as hell don't want to clean blood off mine, so I think between us we need to figure out how to deal with it."
Rubbing at his forehead, he offers his friend an apologetic smile. "Hopefully I can help with one of the problems you've got. Pretty sure you've heard by now about all of this..." he gestures vaguely at the air, "between Remi and Nate? I don't want to see your husband dead and I sure as hell don't want to clean blood off mine, so I think between us we need to figure out how to deal with it."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
