you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
Ronin hesitates before taking his husband's hand, but it's not because he doesn't want to; for all that Remi hates seeing him upset, the Knight is equally ashamed to show the other man the dark shadow he still casts at times. Especially when said shadow really ought to have been blotted out a long while ago, by the sands of time or the love he holds for the daughter he'd never known he'd have, or the way the world has kept turning despite all else.
Eventually, of course Ronin lets his fingers slip into the Bastion's, stepping in to close the distance between them and tilt his chin to rest it on Remi's shoulder. "We don't have to drop it," he says softly, "and I'm sorry I still feel this way. I wish I knew what to say to make it better. I..." Really, he knows the answer, because the questions Ronin has are not for Remi at all; they're for Hotaru.
"How do you decide to open a conversation like this after all these years? Oh, hey Hotaru, it's been a while. Just real quick, how come you decided to move to the Greatwood after my husband knocked you up? If it wasn't to rub it in my face, was it just for shits and giggles?"
Eventually, of course Ronin lets his fingers slip into the Bastion's, stepping in to close the distance between them and tilt his chin to rest it on Remi's shoulder. "We don't have to drop it," he says softly, "and I'm sorry I still feel this way. I wish I knew what to say to make it better. I..." Really, he knows the answer, because the questions Ronin has are not for Remi at all; they're for Hotaru.
"How do you decide to open a conversation like this after all these years? Oh, hey Hotaru, it's been a while. Just real quick, how come you decided to move to the Greatwood after my husband knocked you up? If it wasn't to rub it in my face, was it just for shits and giggles?"
RONIN
