you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
"Sorry," Ronin mumbles softly, frowning down at the water that ripples and shimmers over Remi's shoulder. It doesn't matter if his husband hasn't said anything to merit the apology; his silence is enough for him to know he's done or said something he shouldn't have. Distantly he wonders if this is why they'd just decided to let this one sleeping dog lie - whenever it's awake it seems to turn and bite them both, and Ronin isn't sure how to navigate the situation without leaving new injuries.
Clearing his throat and absently swatting for the net as if he has any intention of continuing to clean up the surrounding waters (he does not), Ronin rubs at the back of his neck. "I would like to come with you," he hazards gently. "Unless you don't want me there."
Clearing his throat and absently swatting for the net as if he has any intention of continuing to clean up the surrounding waters (he does not), Ronin rubs at the back of his neck. "I would like to come with you," he hazards gently. "Unless you don't want me there."
RONIN
