shut the door & cut me open

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "A sweet thought," Ronin murmured, smiling gently in response to Remi's remark. Leaning into the caress along his cheek and turning his head to press his lips against the alchemist's wrist, Ronin slipped an arm back around his husband's waist. With his free hand he tried to tease the feathers out of Remi's curls with soft touches, and he scrunched his nose as the other man continued to berate himself. "None of that," he chastised, glancing up at him. "Things are not black and white, Remi. You do know the difference - it's just muddled into shades of grey. Heck, I've only been back in the guildhall for a few days. You'd be forgiven for not knowing what to do with yourself." He shrugged.