I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Maybe it is. Ronin doesn't expect to hate that agreement as much as he does, and he hunches his shoulders a little and tears his gaze away from the sea, lest he blind himself by the sun that bounces off the waves. Grumbling about hearing Sunjata out - it seems like more effort than either of them is able to muster right now - the Huntsman nonetheless nods his agreement. "If nothing else it might at least give us a better idea about whether it's a good fit for the twins," he mutters.
As for Northaven? Ronin's expression says it all (he looks like he's been presented with a shit sandwich, put frankly), and he shakes his head at nothing in particular. "Gods, I had almost forgotten about all of that," he mutters, glancing sidelong at his husband. "Want to go find an inn here and do really un-Northaven things in it? Even if I'm only able to touch you with feathers for the foreseeable future, I still think we could make Bellamy's ghost blush."
As for Northaven? Ronin's expression says it all (he looks like he's been presented with a shit sandwich, put frankly), and he shakes his head at nothing in particular. "Gods, I had almost forgotten about all of that," he mutters, glancing sidelong at his husband. "Want to go find an inn here and do really un-Northaven things in it? Even if I'm only able to touch you with feathers for the foreseeable future, I still think we could make Bellamy's ghost blush."
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