I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Riding out a quiet sigh and letting his fingers slip away from soft curls, Ronin gives the Lullaby all the space he needs. This is no longer the man who could be placated by gentle touches and shared warmth, and the Huntsman reminds himself of that - as well as of the fact that he can't remember a time when his husband's eyes had been so startlingly white.
After a few carefully thought out moments, Ronin steps up beside the other man and glances sidelong at him. "We can talk about it now," he offers, having wanted to save the serious conversations for afterwards, but the mood has been left to sour and rot in the time it's taken for him to get Stormbreak in order.
"We can also go to Halo, and hunt down ursur and herds of luxere on the Tundra. Or head into the Arclight where it's black and cold and quiet, and you can think. You can even go without me, if you need it. Though I will wait here for you until you get back. Needily."
After a few carefully thought out moments, Ronin steps up beside the other man and glances sidelong at him. "We can talk about it now," he offers, having wanted to save the serious conversations for afterwards, but the mood has been left to sour and rot in the time it's taken for him to get Stormbreak in order.
"We can also go to Halo, and hunt down ursur and herds of luxere on the Tundra. Or head into the Arclight where it's black and cold and quiet, and you can think. You can even go without me, if you need it. Though I will wait here for you until you get back. Needily."
RONIN
