we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Flora came by is likely all Ronin would have needed to hear, but the moody blush of the other man's feelings combined with the regret that spills from his lips only punctuates the point further, and it's with a soft frown that he turns his hand to squeeze Remi's fingers back. "C'mere," he murmurs, attempting to coax him out of the chair even if it's only as far as the deck where they can both sit and the Knight can get his arms around his husband.
"I mean, it wasn't our finest moment," he agrees wholeheartedly, though having not been through Remi's past however long, his ego still insists he's not entirely wrong about wanting to check their daughter wasn't going to get her heart ruthlessly stamped on. "What happened?" he asks instead, fingers brushing across Remi's cheek before his touch dances down towards the marks against his throat.
"I mean, it wasn't our finest moment," he agrees wholeheartedly, though having not been through Remi's past however long, his ego still insists he's not entirely wrong about wanting to check their daughter wasn't going to get her heart ruthlessly stamped on. "What happened?" he asks instead, fingers brushing across Remi's cheek before his touch dances down towards the marks against his throat.
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
