hometown heroes

Shaken up is definitely a word for it. Ronin has had to force himself to peel away from Remi to respond to Sunjata's letter and his request, using his compass to get to Halo before he sets off at a trek into the tundra. He simultaneously wants to press himself against his husband's bones and also get time and space from the Greatwood, and ultimately he does take the opportunity for his mental health. It doesn't mean he looks great, though, when he does come upon the Flood. Wrapped in a thick coat with a scarf knotted about his neck and sleek leather gloves adorning his hands, he offers a nod to the other man as he observes the ruins all around them. "What did it look like before?" he asks, his voice muffled beneath the scarf. His blue eyes crease at the corners, his smile hidden away as Sunjata expresses his gratitude, and he nods. "Thanks for inviting me. I needed this time to cool off more than you know. How are things with you?" RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving