I swear I still believe but I don't know
"Hn-- oh. Hey." Ronin's smile is tired and doesn't reach his eyes, but the way his arms slip around the Bastion to hold him is entirely genuine. Uncaring that the other man is soaking wet, the Knight takes a second or two just to stand with Remi, nosing into his damp curls and trusting him to keep them both steady on their feet. "The Ark is back in Kaiholo. Jack and Flora are both on it, safe." Unless something horrific had happened in the sparse few hours since he'd left them, in which case it might be better for Ronin not to find out just yet.
Letting out a shuddering sigh and ignoring the strange, numb sensation in his fingers and toes, Ronin does at least have to address the staying standing part of his welcome home, his hands gliding down the length of Remi's back as if down a well-travelled road. "Do you mind if we talk in bed? Or even just at the table? I'm a bit dizzy," he admits.
Letting out a shuddering sigh and ignoring the strange, numb sensation in his fingers and toes, Ronin does at least have to address the staying standing part of his welcome home, his hands gliding down the length of Remi's back as if down a well-travelled road. "Do you mind if we talk in bed? Or even just at the table? I'm a bit dizzy," he admits.
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