it feels like we're ready to crack, these days, you and I
"Saturday," Ronin corrects again, because Remi had been right the first time, if not off by a week. "Afternoon," he clarifies, because he doesn't know if the other man has even had a chance to glance at a clock lately. Nodding to him - yes, all week - he furrows his brow and glances past Remi as if to search for something (or someone) in the apartment. All he can make out, though, is a flickering light, Ronin stepping back and glancing at the weird glow that slips out through the doorway, before promptly allowing his subconscious to dismiss it.
"Are you by yourself?" he asks. "Only a woman answered the intercom... I think..." Shaking his head, Ronin ruffles a hand through the back of his hair. "Listen, it's fine - we can just say that you weren't up to coming back to the house. I think you should maybe go see someone though, Remi. You don't look all that well, y'know? And check your phone - I think it might be broken."
"Are you by yourself?" he asks. "Only a woman answered the intercom... I think..." Shaking his head, Ronin ruffles a hand through the back of his hair. "Listen, it's fine - we can just say that you weren't up to coming back to the house. I think you should maybe go see someone though, Remi. You don't look all that well, y'know? And check your phone - I think it might be broken."
when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die
