RONIN
Ronin would have done it anyway, but as Remi speaks there's nothing to stop him from trudging through the snow to wrap his arms around his husband, giving him a reassurring squeeze. "Maybe we were," he admits. "That's the thing with kids - you don't know, and any choice you make might be the right or wrong one." Kissing his forehead, he steps back and takes his hands that they might walk beneath the trees to collect their firewood.
"Luckily, it's not something that's too late to fix," he muses. "I think we could probably give him a better routine - specific days where he can expect to come and stay with us. And I imagine we could be more interested in his schoolwork than we have been." Wincing, Ronin will be the first to say he hasn't the foggiest idea what their son is studying.
"Luckily, it's not something that's too late to fix," he muses. "I think we could probably give him a better routine - specific days where he can expect to come and stay with us. And I imagine we could be more interested in his schoolwork than we have been." Wincing, Ronin will be the first to say he hasn't the foggiest idea what their son is studying.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
