I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Remi's voice is like the absolution he doesn't realise he needs, Ronin folding against his husband and looping his arms gently around him in return, uncaring for the way they'll both end up soaking wet as a result. "...Yeah," he mumbles, nodding and tucking his head against the other man's shoulder, breathing the scent of him in deep. He stands there like that for a long few seconds, and though the tide of darkness in his thoughts and feelings doesn't ebb any, the comfort of Remi's mere presence can't ever be overstated.
"I don't know if I'm cut out for this any more," he admits softly, after a while. "The fighting, the responsibility, having the things we do be dictated by threats and blackmail. I'm tired, Remi." The last words are little more than a whisper, Ronin's hands stroking down the length of the other man's back, smoothing out the hem of his shirt as if that's the most important thing in the world right now.
"I don't know if I'm cut out for this any more," he admits softly, after a while. "The fighting, the responsibility, having the things we do be dictated by threats and blackmail. I'm tired, Remi." The last words are little more than a whisper, Ronin's hands stroking down the length of the other man's back, smoothing out the hem of his shirt as if that's the most important thing in the world right now.
RONIN
