the things we hold are always the first to go
All of Ronin is available for Remi to grab and clasp and pull - to crush and crack and bruise too, if that's what the other man wants. "Everything was gone," he agrees through a sorrowful whisper, his hands smoothing across Remi's shoulders and down his biceps, though the only thing that can warble between them is grief at this point. Grief and love, a golden, unbroken thread through a mire of black.
"If I could bring her back I would. In a second," he says softly, having nothing but understanding for Remi as he speaks, even if what he has to say is hard to hear. It's just broken with no way to be fixed. He knows it, and he hates it, and as Remi pitches forward Ronin is there to meet him, slipping his arms around him properly.
"Me too," he says, kissing him again for good measure. "Just.. stay here with me, for a bit? Please?"
"If I could bring her back I would. In a second," he says softly, having nothing but understanding for Remi as he speaks, even if what he has to say is hard to hear. It's just broken with no way to be fixed. He knows it, and he hates it, and as Remi pitches forward Ronin is there to meet him, slipping his arms around him properly.
"Me too," he says, kissing him again for good measure. "Just.. stay here with me, for a bit? Please?"
