[se] fresh eyes & sticky fingers

These are the last blues we're ever gonna have

Hamming it up perhaps a bit more than he'd like to see—Remi had paid the man to get Ronin to follow him, not to try his hand at enticing the Nova—it's with a roll of his eyes that the Bastion waits until the Nova is suitably lost in the current of shoppers before he makes his move.

Whether or not the Nova was aware he was being followed—given who and what Ronin was there was every reason to think he absolutely knew where Remi was—still the Bastion made every attempt at stealth as he trailed his husband through the marketplace. Only when he was close enough did he reach out for Ronin's left hand, though his fingers had no intention of softly clasping his husband's as they often so had. No, no. Instead, he jostled his shoulder against Ronin's as if having mistakenly tripped or been shoved by the crowd whilst reaching to steal the Nova's wedding ring. With it tucked safely in his palm, Remi stuck out his foot to trip up those behind him in order to force a log-jam in the flow of traffic and to make his escape.

Ignoring the cries of the echo sharks, Remi pushed back against those trying to get by, trying to flee the scene like a common thief.

the glow of the cities below lead us back to the places that we never should have left