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please just don't forget me "Us," Ronin repeated, smiling warmly and waving a hand as if to encapsulate the two of them, the guildhall, and every building and person beyond it. "I didn't mention us, funnily enough. It didn't really seem the time." Still, if Zariah thought she was going to try and reintroduce that particular rule from Northaven, she would find an irate Ronin standing in her way. (He'd likely be squashed, but... whatever it was fine.) The hunter softened as he recognised defensiveness in Remi's tone, Ronin leaning across to press a gentle kiss against the alchemist's hair. "I do want to spend more time with you," he agreed. "And I also want to make sure that someone isn't taking advantage of your good nature. I'm the bad officer, you're the good one. You need both to get anything done, get it? Even with my noodle arms."