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Letting his thumb ghost over the back of Remi’s hand, Ronin glanced away, as if the fact that the alchemist was still there even now, inviting and accepting further comfort from him, made things simultaneously easier and more difficult. ”Yeah, if not with me. I expected you to go, when Ianto invited you. I was preparing myself for it, but... then you didn’t. And I was selfishly pleased. I don’t think I ever gave myself permission to be selfish, since coming back.” It just hadn’t felt right. Ronin had been given the impossible and he had to be seen to be making the most of it, right? To be noble, generous, kind... but not selfish. Which made things like wanting Remi to stay with him all the more troublesome, especially when there was someone else’s heart and happiness on the line too. Someone who deserved it more than a man who had been given a second chance at life. A man who had already been given enough by the world. Swallowing hard, he glanced sidelong at Remi and for once there was no humour, no banter to make it less difficult to deal with. ”I’m sorry I left you, Remi.” RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving