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Unable to help himself, Ronin pinned Remi with a wry smirk and waggled his eyebrows at him suggestively. ”Oh I think it is,” he countered, though his smile softened. It was an unexpected awkwardness but Ronin couldn’t deny that he probably would have had the same reaction, if he’d seen Remi after being apparently permanently blinded. And it didn’t have to be awkward. It never had been before. Inhaling shakily and letting the breath out again, it was impossible to hide the flush of pleasure at being the one Remi remembered. He smiled to the other man, flushed and feathered and all, and considered his question. ”I think so,” he said. ”But... not in the way I expected. And not very much has changed at all, really. We’ve just... stopped lying to ourselves.” And whilst his body knew exactly what it wanted to do with that information, he still hovered, hesitant, waiting for Remi’s input. RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving