I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Shoving his hands in his pockets so that his fingertips don't try to go spidering back around Remi, Ronin stares broodily out at the lapping waves and golden sunshine. All of a sudden he's not such a fan of the paradise Torchline offers; he'd like to be somewhere cold and snowy, where he could bundle Remi up in a blanket and hold him that way, without them technically touching.
"Why would it be that cruel?" Ronin wonders with a furrowed brow, though he already knows the answer. He knows it in the twist of Safrin's smile sometimes, or the way her anger burns colder than the empty night. "And what does it have to gain if we lose Mateo? It would hardly make you like it," he mutters, though by this point he's just floundering with words.
"Why would it be that cruel?" Ronin wonders with a furrowed brow, though he already knows the answer. He knows it in the twist of Safrin's smile sometimes, or the way her anger burns colder than the empty night. "And what does it have to gain if we lose Mateo? It would hardly make you like it," he mutters, though by this point he's just floundering with words.
RONIN
