shut the door & cut me open

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Having to take a few measured, deep breaths himself, Ronin eventually opened the guildhall doors again so they could go inside. Holding them open for Remi and clicking them shut once the alchemist had come in as well, the guildmaster listened. He listened hard, and carefully, squashing down his questions until he was aware of all the information. Regrettably he could only be made aware of it if Remi told him. "It's not surprising," he said in the end, "to find out that he was still in love with you. I mean, it was obvious." He shrugged. Didn't mean he had to be even remotely happy about it though. And that Loren had flip-flopped over whether he wanted to see Remi or not? Story of the librarian's life, as far as Ronin remembered. And there was something unashamedly gratifying at hearing the Launceleyn had stormed away, Ronin letting out a long breath of relief - he obviously assumed that Remi had sent him packing after Loren had overstepped. "Then I suppose a thank you card will have to suffice," he said quietly, still churning over whatever had transpired between them; the lines crossed, the past dragged into a present that had no time for it.