REMI
Remi sighs softly as Ronin's hand brackets his own, even as the weight of his husband’s frustration presses into the space between them. He doesn’t react to the mention of the kiss in any way Ronin might expect—not with jealousy, not with anger—but his fingers twitch in his husband’s grasp all the same, his seaglass eyes sharpening with something troubled, something thoughtful.
Remi exhales, slow, steady, even as his stomach knots itself tighter. "It is not like you to leave a detail like that out," he points out gently. Not mentioning it in the immediacy of needing to be healed was one thing, and while their marriage wouldn't be upset by something so comparibly small, it was still a flag as red as all the others were.
Forcing himself to laugh and hating the way that being anything less than honest with the Knight felt like a soul-deep stain he'd never be able to rid himself of, Remi just shrugs. "Nothing is ever the same for long." Glancing over his shoulder toward the kitchen, the Bastion sighs. "Are you sure I can't tempt you to eat something?"
Remi exhales, slow, steady, even as his stomach knots itself tighter. "It is not like you to leave a detail like that out," he points out gently. Not mentioning it in the immediacy of needing to be healed was one thing, and while their marriage wouldn't be upset by something so comparibly small, it was still a flag as red as all the others were.
Forcing himself to laugh and hating the way that being anything less than honest with the Knight felt like a soul-deep stain he'd never be able to rid himself of, Remi just shrugs. "Nothing is ever the same for long." Glancing over his shoulder toward the kitchen, the Bastion sighs. "Are you sure I can't tempt you to eat something?"
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
