actin' like a winner for you

please just don't forget me Another man might have insisted that Remi share the rest of his snack, but this is, after all, Ronin Taliesin, and so as soon as he's given the perpetual green light, he polishes off the remainder of the cookie without complaint. He's just about finished when his husband's nose comes to brush against his own, the Nova smiling automatically and letting his arms loop around Remi's waist beneath the water. "There's nothing artificial about your sweetness," he tells him softly, kissing the tip of his nose for good measure. "And I do apologise for all of the interruptions. I'll have to make it up to you," he decides, drawing the other man closer against him. "Name your price."