the things we hold are always the first to go
Ronin might have been sleepy and reacting on autopilot though, right? Those odds are pretty good, anyway, at least until Remi is the one to call a halt to the proceedings. And so as the Huntsman snorts himself awake for real, the book sliding into his lap, he can only offer a smug and sleepy smile to his husband. "You would never be so reckless around this stuff," he mumbles. Maybe around a preschool, but books? Nope.
"Also you're really good at controlling your new stuff, now. So there's no way you'd lose it in an enclosed space." He yawns widely, setting the book down and opening his arms so Remi can climb into his lap. "I didn't mean to fall asleep. Welcome home."
"Also you're really good at controlling your new stuff, now. So there's no way you'd lose it in an enclosed space." He yawns widely, setting the book down and opening his arms so Remi can climb into his lap. "I didn't mean to fall asleep. Welcome home."
