Top of the World

Ronin tried to make sense of what the hell Remi was saying to him - he really did. A small frown of concentration had even appeared on his face as he tried to separate the mire of words and accent, but it was no use. So he just blinked and smiled empathetically and gave the other man's shoulder a gentle pat where his arm was round him. Gone. He got that much at least. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. He was, too, even though it felt like he was apologising every other sentence. He agreed that the timing left something to be desired, but Ronin was still undeniably pleased with the turn of events. "We'll make it work," he murmured, sounding quietly confident. "Vanya and I will make sure of it. An' we won't be by ourselves either." The nudge combined with the steering had Ronin weaving off track for a few steps (and giggling as he did so), but he steadied himself in time to consider Remi's words seriously. "We'll fix it," he told the other man, falling to a wobbly halt and taking him by the shoulders to smile confidently at him. "We'll find a way, and you and Loren will be able to ride off into the sunset together. I promise." RONIN JUST WATCH ME