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Itching at the stubble on his chin, Ronin furrowed his brow. If not nervous, then what? Even so he couldn’t help but smile at Remi as he tried to dispose of the feathers, the hunter reaching out to rest a hand over the alchemist’s, like that might save the pillow from his fidgeting. The candidness in return brought heat to his cheeks, Ronin sighing deeply and hearing Remi out, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite himself. ”I died,” he said, like the gravitas of what had actually happened still hadn’t quite sunk in. ”And when I was brought back it was... it was more than I could ever have expected. I promised myself that I would never forget to just appreciate being alive, no more, no less. Being able to draw breath for Aoife was everything to me. It’s all I wanted, all I needed to exist for. Power, romance, honour, heroism... I didn’t care about any of that.” He scowled. ”And then there you were. And all I wanted was for you to be happy too, Remi. I told myself that even if it wasn’t with me, it was okay. Except now, even though there’s Ianto... you’re still here with me.” RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving