I swear I still believe but I don't know
"Remi, I am doing my best to be a good Knight not to think about Jack's hands - or any other parts of him - being on or in Flora," Ronin points out with a faint smirk. "And you are making it very difficult." Because yes, of course the Bastion is very likely correct and the Knight had been escorting The Ark home whilst his daughter had been fucking on it, but gods if he doesn't want to think about it.
Allowing himself a distasteful wrinkle of his nose and nothing more, he can at least sense the way grief, however brief it had been, douses the other man's emotions, and Ronin reaches up and back to try and touch any part of Remi he's able, as if to offer comfort. "Of course. I didn't have to think twice," he whispers back, accepting the somewhat clumsy kiss to his cheek. As the hot water continues to drum down around them, Ronin finds his eyes slipping shut without his permission, and its with a bit of a start that he promptly sits up in Remi's arms.
"We should get dried off and go to bed," he says. "I need to sleep, and then write a bunch of letters..." And then Halo, he supposes.
Allowing himself a distasteful wrinkle of his nose and nothing more, he can at least sense the way grief, however brief it had been, douses the other man's emotions, and Ronin reaches up and back to try and touch any part of Remi he's able, as if to offer comfort. "Of course. I didn't have to think twice," he whispers back, accepting the somewhat clumsy kiss to his cheek. As the hot water continues to drum down around them, Ronin finds his eyes slipping shut without his permission, and its with a bit of a start that he promptly sits up in Remi's arms.
"We should get dried off and go to bed," he says. "I need to sleep, and then write a bunch of letters..." And then Halo, he supposes.
the white knight
