you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
Wrinkling his nose at that - islands made of trash, indeed - Ronin is luckily too distracted by the suddenly serious turn to the conversation to continue on that train of thought. And honestly, it's probably for the best. Instead, taking his husband's lead in that they do not always have to touch and immediately share their flood of thoughts and emotions, especially when they are so complex, the Knight also continues to litter pick his way through the shallows until Remi's question hits the air.
"Not the way we were, I don't think." He shakes his head. "That put our marriage at risk, and I wouldn't ever put myself in that kind of position again." The whys and wherefores no longer matter; they might have been different men back then, and the situation might have been different too, and context is always important, but the result had been the same. Nearly losing Remi is not a performance Ronin is willing to repeat.
"But just... being able to hold a conversation again, or have a beer or two when the world isn't falling apart?" He snorts. "Yeah, that'd probably be nice."
"Not the way we were, I don't think." He shakes his head. "That put our marriage at risk, and I wouldn't ever put myself in that kind of position again." The whys and wherefores no longer matter; they might have been different men back then, and the situation might have been different too, and context is always important, but the result had been the same. Nearly losing Remi is not a performance Ronin is willing to repeat.
"But just... being able to hold a conversation again, or have a beer or two when the world isn't falling apart?" He snorts. "Yeah, that'd probably be nice."
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