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"I wouldn't. Or at least if you do, just start with the drinking thing. It's been too long since I stumbled up these stairs with you." Ronin chuckled, nuzzling further into the blankets and the warmth kindled by their bodies. Humming a note of content and sleepy disagreement, Ronin didn't have much by way of debate left in him. Even so, he pressed a gentle kiss to Remi's curls and sighed. "For now," he murmured. "It won't be this way forever. Any of this." It sounded more like a vow than an opinion, and Ronin meant it. He would fix this if it killed him. Hell, he'd died once anyway, so it should be a breeze. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.