we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Ronin can only grumble at that, his bandaged hand reaching for Remi's so he can at least hold onto him to some extent. "He said something about... he burns Nate? When he touches him?" He doesn't really understand it in truth, and he doesn't try to explain further. Because there's nothing to really explain, after the whole Nate is a Demigod thing. "It could be either, or it could be both," he mutters, shifting to sit a bit closer to Remi even though they are already practically in each other's laps.
Broody and bitter, still, from the words he'd said and the ones he hadn't, Ronin leans his head against his husband's shoulder. "I am very tired, Remi," he murmurs. "And still angry with him. And still jealous of him. And I hate myself for it, and I only half understand it. But I just want you to know that all of it doesn't seem to matter when I'm at home with you." A faint smile flickers over his face, and he closes his eyes. "How was your talk with Maeve?"
Broody and bitter, still, from the words he'd said and the ones he hadn't, Ronin leans his head against his husband's shoulder. "I am very tired, Remi," he murmurs. "And still angry with him. And still jealous of him. And I hate myself for it, and I only half understand it. But I just want you to know that all of it doesn't seem to matter when I'm at home with you." A faint smile flickers over his face, and he closes his eyes. "How was your talk with Maeve?"
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
