Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"Mindful fuckery," Ronin suggests with a rather fiendish smile, because if he's thinking about how best to fuck with Isla's interns, he's still not thinking about the whole human-wendigo mashup situation, right?
Only as they draw close to the medical wing does he really notice the change in his friend, and it's with a quick glance around (for people, cameras and anything else) that he reaches out to snag Remi by the arm, drawing him away from the building and towards a low and crumbling wall.
"Hey, listen," he murmurs, pulling the other man into a tight hug that, hells, even if anyone did see it, knowing Remi's current predicament it might be understandable. "You've lived through a fuckton worse than this, remember. This isn't going to be the thing that ends you. Take it an hour at a time if you have to."
Only as they draw close to the medical wing does he really notice the change in his friend, and it's with a quick glance around (for people, cameras and anything else) that he reaches out to snag Remi by the arm, drawing him away from the building and towards a low and crumbling wall.
"Hey, listen," he murmurs, pulling the other man into a tight hug that, hells, even if anyone did see it, knowing Remi's current predicament it might be understandable. "You've lived through a fuckton worse than this, remember. This isn't going to be the thing that ends you. Take it an hour at a time if you have to."
sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
