and on to the glory at my right hand
One day isn't here yet, and it might never be, Ronin points out, shifting closer if only so he can bonelessly relax against his husband, tilting his head to rest it against Remi's shoulder. And as they so often seem to, as the Lullaby's temper flares this time, the Huntsman is already there to soothe it, and he runs his hands down the length of the other man's back and shoulders, like trying to smooth down imaginary hackles.
"Did they say why they weren't going to go to the haven?" he wonders softly. "You would think that with Mateo going there, they'd want to make sure he was alright." But there isn't any point dwelling on that. Smiling at the mention of the compass, Ronin shrugs his shoulders as if making a simple decision. "They can have mine," he says.
"Did they say why they weren't going to go to the haven?" he wonders softly. "You would think that with Mateo going there, they'd want to make sure he was alright." But there isn't any point dwelling on that. Smiling at the mention of the compass, Ronin shrugs his shoulders as if making a simple decision. "They can have mine," he says.
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