cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

If Remi was American he might well sue; alas, Italians normally opted to drink, though that would mean getting out of bed, which he absolutely wasn't keen on doing. So, with a sigh and a strange tightness in his chest he couldn't quite articulate, Remi spread his fingers slightly within Ronin's in order to capture the other man's between his own, before curling his fingers into a fist and drawing their hands against the hunter's chest.

"We can talk about it, it just..." He shrugs slightly against Ronin. "..It was terrible, By far two of the worst days I have had with Grimm yet, but..." Gods, if there was a way for this rollercoaster of emotions he was suddenly on to pause, he'd appreciate it. Stifling a smile against Ronin's shoulder that quickly brought on more tears—a painful mix of both happy and sad—the wendigo inhales slowly, savouring the taste of sandalwood rolling off the hunter's skin. "..the thought of this got me through."

What does he mean by this? Fuck if he knows.

Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!