there is always hope
It was very much more pleasant to peer down at Remi, and his headache appreciated it (and the view wasn't bad either). Smoothing a hand through unruly curls, Ronin couldn't help the way his expression grew mildly puzzled, trying to piece together what the other man was saying. "You know, speaking cryptically to a man with a concussion is a form of bullying," he murmured, taking a second to try to put it together.
"Yes, I mean it." He nodded eventually, a lopsided smile returning to his face. "The guildhall could fall over into dust for all I care. It's just a building. I mean you - obviously I do," he said warmly. "What is this all about?"
"Yes, I mean it." He nodded eventually, a lopsided smile returning to his face. "The guildhall could fall over into dust for all I care. It's just a building. I mean you - obviously I do," he said warmly. "What is this all about?"
