and on to the glory at my right hand
Humming an agreement under his breath - Maea can only be mortified if she finds out, after all - Ronin is already composing a letter to the Maverick in his head by the time Remi speaks again, the Knight having slowed his steps somewhat to concentrate, leaving the other man a few paces ahead. "Mm?" The affirmation is already on his lips when Remi cuts himself off, and Ronin falls quiet to listen.
"Er, I mean, I wouldn't say better," he objects gently; for all that his moniker makes him seem like some sort of paladin, shining armour included, Ronin has done some very morally grey things in his life - and one or two of them are black as pitch, no matter how hard you try to scrub them clean.
Still, this isn't actually about him, he realises, his brow furrowing as he steps up to slip his arms around Remi, drawing him tightly against the warmth of his chest. "Are you bad?" He shakes his head, running his fingers through the Bastion's curls and leaning in to cover his cheeks and forehead in kisses. "Absolutely not," he says with abject certainty. "What would ever make you think that? You are just as good a man as I am, if not in different ways. I might help little old ladies cross the street, but you literally let people speak with their loved ones again from Mort's halls."
"Er, I mean, I wouldn't say better," he objects gently; for all that his moniker makes him seem like some sort of paladin, shining armour included, Ronin has done some very morally grey things in his life - and one or two of them are black as pitch, no matter how hard you try to scrub them clean.
Still, this isn't actually about him, he realises, his brow furrowing as he steps up to slip his arms around Remi, drawing him tightly against the warmth of his chest. "Are you bad?" He shakes his head, running his fingers through the Bastion's curls and leaning in to cover his cheeks and forehead in kisses. "Absolutely not," he says with abject certainty. "What would ever make you think that? You are just as good a man as I am, if not in different ways. I might help little old ladies cross the street, but you literally let people speak with their loved ones again from Mort's halls."
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