you're my guiding light, when there's no guiding light left inside
"Oh is that so?" Ronin drawls, though to say he's pleased is an understatement. So much so that he's more than willing to play out the rest of the imagined quest, even if Remi won't have the glee of feeling like he's somehow tricking his husband. Except apparently some iteration of tricking him is now a permanent part of their lives, and it's with a yelp that Ronin instinctively scoots his chair back away from the hand trying to poke its way into his bellybutton.
"I'm sorry, what?" He blinks, instinctively reaching out to capture the hand trying to crab along his thigh, gently squeezing it between his fingers. "So you got your arm back, and your missing fingers, and it doesn't hurt any more... but you don't actually have control of your hand?" Ronin raises his eyebrows, as if to say this is the exact sort of fucking bullshit Ludo would pull.
"I'm sorry, what?" He blinks, instinctively reaching out to capture the hand trying to crab along his thigh, gently squeezing it between his fingers. "So you got your arm back, and your missing fingers, and it doesn't hurt any more... but you don't actually have control of your hand?" Ronin raises his eyebrows, as if to say this is the exact sort of fucking bullshit Ludo would pull.
RONIN
