the things we hold are always the first to go
“You know it doesn’t bother me, right?” Ronin murmurs. ”That’s not to say I don’t want you all to myself, all the time. I do.” This is said through a soft laugh, his hand drifting down to Remi’s thigh to dance over it. ”But after everything... after all the shit you’ve been through with me. Dying, being king, the blight, Vanya. Having you worry about something like this... if I were to act anything other than understanding, I’d be a fucking hypocrite. I want to hear about it.”
Reaching out, he strokes a finger across Remi’s cheek, frowning gently. ”I see what you mean, but... the only people who should be able to decide if we are getting this right is us. If you feel like everyone’s annoyed at you though, name names and I’ll go out and bash heads.” He gives a crooked sort of smile, which fades little by little. ”You’re not okay, are you?”
Reaching out, he strokes a finger across Remi’s cheek, frowning gently. ”I see what you mean, but... the only people who should be able to decide if we are getting this right is us. If you feel like everyone’s annoyed at you though, name names and I’ll go out and bash heads.” He gives a crooked sort of smile, which fades little by little. ”You’re not okay, are you?”
