this is me trying

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving No. He wouldn't. Because he'd be dead before he so much as had a chance to do anything of the sort. Ronin has removed himself from the bedroom and is currently leaning against the counter with his back to Remi, waiting for the coffee to brew without actually doing anything to make that happen. To say that his mind is scattered is an understatement, and he dabs at his lips with the back of his hand; they still come away bloody, thanks to the Star biting his cheek. Clearing his throat and straightening up to hear Remi pad into the kitchenette behind him - their home is a mix of slouchy, second hand furniture and bohemian decorations (plants hanging from the ceiling included) - he tries to find the courage to turn around without wanting to reach for his husband. Instead, of course, he moves to actually brew the coffee. "Gods, don't tempt me," he rumbles, turning to lean back against the counter. "Why does it feel wrong to want to hold you? Like it's something we should be better at not wanting?"