it's a funny old world

Oblivious in his fatigue to Remi's mental gymnastics, Ronin set his boots down beside his makeshift bed and rubbed at his eyes. Sugar finally uncoiled herself from around his shoulders - she'd not moved or made much of a fuss since he'd come back to the guildhall, as if she was afraid he might leave again - and flopped onto her back in his lap. He smiled faintly, tickling her belly and fussing over her affectionately before letting her roll away. She nosed at Remi's hand much like a cat would, before slinking away to keep dutiful watch over the basket where Aoife slept. Ronin tilted his head at his friend, even as he struggled for words which had come so naturally only a few days before. He'd never known this awkward Remi. Or rather, he had, but he'd never before known why. "Yes," he said warmly. "You told me, in fact, not so long ago. It was hardly a big deal, given my own preferences go both ways. I suppose what I'm trying to say is that... you don't have to not be yourself around me. That's always been the case, but if we're going to be living together even more so." ronin the long and lonesome road