I swear I still believe but I don't know
"Mm, yes, all of those things." Smiling dumbly as the travelling tongue spills against his cheek, wrapping him in its pretty music, Ronin helps his husband to his feet, though any humour in his eyes dies out as the subject returns, inevitably, to Pierce and all that had happened. "I think that's the farthest you've ever had to reach to spin something in a good light," he says dryly. "Ah yes, Ronin, a good thing you were beaten up, because it showed us that we'll all be beaten up."
Still, that does at least have a smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth, one that Remi will feel as he manhandles the Knight with his towel. Tugged inexorably against the other man, he melts into his kiss with a sort of exhausted passion that wishes it could be much more than it is. Alas, that might have to be another thing that waits for tomorrow. "Let's go, then," he whispers against the Bastion's lips, guiding them out of the shower and trying his best to towel himself off without leaving Remi's arms.
Still, that does at least have a smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth, one that Remi will feel as he manhandles the Knight with his towel. Tugged inexorably against the other man, he melts into his kiss with a sort of exhausted passion that wishes it could be much more than it is. Alas, that might have to be another thing that waits for tomorrow. "Let's go, then," he whispers against the Bastion's lips, guiding them out of the shower and trying his best to towel himself off without leaving Remi's arms.
the white knight
