just take me back to yours, that will be fine

"I don't know, have you?" Ronin's eyes widen a fraction, as if worried there might be some enormous surprise gift waiting for them back at the Northaven. Which, who the fuck knows when it comes to his husband, and if there is, he'll be spending the next ten years trying to even the odds for Remi's flawless gift giving tonight. "Exhausted in a good way though, I hope," he says, his free hand curling around Remi in turn now, fingers brushing between his shoulder blades and starbursting out to let the warmth of his palm soak into the other man's back. "It's not like having to go to some stuffy Northaven occasion, at least. All these people are here because we've invited them and because they love us. Though I suppose you could have pre-written some highlights of the last ten years." Grinning and nudging Remi playfully with his hip, he can't help the laugh that spills out of him as the Bastion lists out the ways the night could take a sour turn, Ronin shrugging his shoulders. "I have been very careful not to start a fistfight with anybody," he says proudly. "And I doubt either one of us would consider the night ruined if the worst that happens is a nude conga line. If anything, it would be entirely on brand." Dick fireworks, anyone? RONIN but you spoke some quick new music that went so far to soothe this soul