and on to the glory at my right hand
He does know what Remi means, Ronin falling to a halt properly now and sighing against the slow, dark tide of the other man's hurt and upset, letting him take as long as he needs to explain. "I... what?" Tilting his head, the Knight peers down at Remi just in time for his nose to come brushing against him, meaning it's all too easy for him to steal a kiss from his lips. "You are not being silly," he mumbles, kissing him again for good measure and turning to march them off back to the Northaven with the other man glued close against his side.
"It sounds as though you were everything I would have been and more," he tells Remi. "I'm sorry that she said that to you. And whatever anyone else says, you're my hero, so they can all wait in line for your advice from now on." He might be pouting and overdramatic about it, perhaps, but gods, it's taken Remi long enough to step out of the shadows, he feels protective about this new sense of peace in his husband.
"It sounds as though you were everything I would have been and more," he tells Remi. "I'm sorry that she said that to you. And whatever anyone else says, you're my hero, so they can all wait in line for your advice from now on." He might be pouting and overdramatic about it, perhaps, but gods, it's taken Remi long enough to step out of the shadows, he feels protective about this new sense of peace in his husband.
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