Your move

Ronin was only able to shrug and grin in response to Remi’s comment, wondering whether or not he ought to mention that he very much wanted to find that evidence now. Instead he merely nodded in agreement with the alchemist. ”And each other.” But then something changed and Remi was talking about leaving, prompting a dozen questions to fight for dominance on Ronin’s tongue. Why? Why now? Go where? What was that meant to mean? And so on. But given that, for the first time since they had fallen into this strange arrangement, Ronin wasn’t deceiving himself that this was nothing, he merely shook his head and shifted his weight to lean over Remi, cupping his cheek in his hand. His lips were on the other man’s before he even gave himself permission, as if he could convince him with something other than words. Eventually, though, he managed to draw back enough to whisper, ”If you want to go, then go. But if it’s just what you think you should do, please don’t. Please stay.” RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving