we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
It's automatic, the way Ronin wants to bristle as Remi brings up Ianto. He'd never had anything against the fox, had never wanted or intended to have things with his now-husband overlap with him, and the fact that Flora knows about it alone is enough to have him further doubting their conduct. "She picked Jack," he echoes nonetheless, the words feeling unpleasant on his tongue however true they must be.
Scowling, because it does make it worse, but gods, hasn't responsibility made a mockery of all of their dreams? Why ought they expect their children to fare any better than they did? "...What if we invited them both?" he suggests suddenly, rubbing a hand roughly over the back of his neck. "Head off any bad feeling before it can fester?" And since they're on the subject of dinners and bad feelings... "...Did we ever get a response, from Sunjata and Hotaru?" he asks.
Scowling, because it does make it worse, but gods, hasn't responsibility made a mockery of all of their dreams? Why ought they expect their children to fare any better than they did? "...What if we invited them both?" he suggests suddenly, rubbing a hand roughly over the back of his neck. "Head off any bad feeling before it can fester?" And since they're on the subject of dinners and bad feelings... "...Did we ever get a response, from Sunjata and Hotaru?" he asks.
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
