you're bright as the morning

if you need to, darling, lean your weight to me

Listening, all the arguments on Remi's tongue die instantly at his husband's final request. Melting against the Nova, the Bastion curls forward to press his forehead against one of Ronin's shoulders. "Okay." Remi concedes softly. "Whatever you need." Where they touched, Ronin would feel how succinctly Remi meant it; the world could burn down around them, but so long as their hands remained clasped and they stayed together, the Bastion would let it. His place was now to protect, and gods if he wouldn't give all that he was to keep his husband safe.

"Although...I do think it is worth pointing out that given what Mort has asked me to be, there is every reason to think I am going to come back battered and bruised more often than not." Cupping one of Ronin's cheeks against his palm, the corners of Remi's eyes crinkle with amusement as his dimples deepen. "But I will always come home to you."

we'll float away