it's a long way home

"Isla? Make fun of you? For shame," Ronin muttered with a crooked grin, as if to say that the medic would never have done such a thing. (She had, did and would, and they both knew it, of course). Wrinkling his nose as Remi tried to wipe the ooze from his arm (and fighting off a wince at the sight of the needle, hoping it wouldn't have to be used given how much they'd already been through today), the hunter nodded slowly. A parasite, slowly eating at him - physically and mentally, to add insult to injury. The splat of the cloth against the sink and the sound of Remi taking his frustration out on it had Ronin rising carefully to his feet again, his brow furrowed with worry. "I'm sorry," he said, like any of what was happening was down to something he had done. "I didn't want... I don't know. If the worst happens, I didn't want you to just... keep looking for me, after I wasn't really there any more." Reaching out to clasp Remi's shoulder with his other hand, he tried to turn the alchemist so he could draw him into a hug, his injured arm still held out so as not to bleed all over them. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.