it feels like we're ready to crack, these days, you and I
Ronin doesn't hide the way he sags with relief to see Remi alive and... er, well? sort of? and his blue eyes flick over the other man as if to note both the obvious and the less obvious. He'd not reviewed enough of the footage (and his memory isn't sharp enough) to realise that Remi hasn't so much as changed out of his clothes in close to six days, but he can tell that he's been asleep and that he's not gotten undressed for it.
"Wh...?" The last thing he expects is for the medium to talk about drinks with Isla, and for a second he thinks that their technician had been able to get in touch with him and hadn't told Ronin, until Remi comes out with after the night we had. "...Remi, do you know what day it is?" he asks slowly.
The other man hasn't so much as demanded to know how Ronin got his address - not a bad thing - but there's something increasingly worrying about his dazed expression. "We've been trying to call you all week - we were able to get the all clear to finish the show, but our permit runs out tonight. Are you... is everything good, man?"
"Wh...?" The last thing he expects is for the medium to talk about drinks with Isla, and for a second he thinks that their technician had been able to get in touch with him and hadn't told Ronin, until Remi comes out with after the night we had. "...Remi, do you know what day it is?" he asks slowly.
The other man hasn't so much as demanded to know how Ronin got his address - not a bad thing - but there's something increasingly worrying about his dazed expression. "We've been trying to call you all week - we were able to get the all clear to finish the show, but our permit runs out tonight. Are you... is everything good, man?"
when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die
