I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"Mm, I know you could," Ronin says, and it's by no means an effort to placate the other man. His words are quiet and plain and factual, even as his fingers stretch up to plunge into the back of Remi's curls, as if he could press his fingers against his scalp and soothe the rising of his hackles, metaphorical or otherwise. "Without even trying," he continues in agreement, pausing before the bed to kiss Remi's temple.
"But you didn't. And I know you hate that you didn't, but I want you to know that I am very proud of you for it." His words are almost a purr in the twilight of their room, broken only by the beam of gold from the corridor at their backs. "It takes a much stronger man to hold himself in check than to give in to his urges. And you are a very, very strong man," he says, in case the Lullaby might have forgotten.
"But you didn't. And I know you hate that you didn't, but I want you to know that I am very proud of you for it." His words are almost a purr in the twilight of their room, broken only by the beam of gold from the corridor at their backs. "It takes a much stronger man to hold himself in check than to give in to his urges. And you are a very, very strong man," he says, in case the Lullaby might have forgotten.
RONIN
