we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Groaning, because of course Remi is right, and Ronin's half formed (and half serious) plan is abandoned before it had even properly taken root. "Maybe The Ark looks enough like a pirate ship that a kraken accidentally takes care of it the next time it's out in deep water," he mutters under his breath, drawing his husband against him as soon as he's on his feet as if they might be able to put the world to rights by little more than standing in each other's arms for a bit.
And in fairness, usually that does work, but given Remi's recap of their eventful day, it isn't all that surprising that Ronin's outlook remains somewhat bleak and tired. "...No, we don't have to," he decides with a smirk, leaning in to kiss the other man, soft and slow, before drawing away. Slipping back into the houseboat, Ronin adjusts their door to sit roughly in the frame if not back on its hinges, and at the height of Longheat, it will fucking do for now.
And in fairness, usually that does work, but given Remi's recap of their eventful day, it isn't all that surprising that Ronin's outlook remains somewhat bleak and tired. "...No, we don't have to," he decides with a smirk, leaning in to kiss the other man, soft and slow, before drawing away. Slipping back into the houseboat, Ronin adjusts their door to sit roughly in the frame if not back on its hinges, and at the height of Longheat, it will fucking do for now.
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
