[SE] the world can wait

RONIN

"I put it into our savings for when one of us accidentally destroys the house," Ronin says easily, his smile only half playful. If it isn't wrecking the place in a void infected rage, it's one of their children kicking the doors in or the bed breaking under mysterious circumstances with frightening regularity.

Humming out an utterly content sigh to have Remi draped across him, all warm weight and the familiar curve of his body, Ronin spends a moment or two adjusting the blankets across his husband's back to ensure he won't get cold, though as he rightly points out, as long as the Knight is around there's not a chance of that happening.

With one hand trailing between the other man's shoulder blades and the other feathering through his curls, the idea of monsoon season has Ronin grumbling something that almost sounds like longing. "I don't feel like we got to experience nearly enough monsoons," he agrees with a huff. "Not that I don't understand, obviously, with all the destruction and whatnot."

Letting his arms close around Remi now like he's nothing more than a toasty, sleepy cage to keep him trapped, Ronin smiles triumphantly. "You've always got me to keep you warm."

soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl