dire engagements

I don't know who I am, I don't know who I'll be

Remi doesn’t know Ronin well enough to tell if this is a joke or some strange attempt at reassurance, and he’s too tired to pull the thread either way. So he just exhales through his nose and nods slowly, like he’s willing to accept the day of the week as a fact of the universe rather than try to correct it.

When Ronin asks if he’s alone, Remi shakes his head, then immediately nods. "It’s just me," he says. Then, with a faint frown like he’s only just remembering, "Well. I have a cat."

As Ronin tells him he doesn’t look well, something flickers behind Remi’s eyes. Not sharpness, not quite, but a faint spark of who he’d been before the house. He huffs a soft, dry laugh and leans lightly against the doorframe. "Well, I didn’t think I was your type to begin with," he murmurs. "But that’s a bit harsh."

He pulls his phone from his pocket, screen facing up as he presses the side button. It lights without hesitation. No missed calls. No messages. Just a normal screen glowing innocently in the gloom. He raises his eyebrows and tilts it toward Ronin. " Or maybe you’ve been phoning a different person."

but there's a light in the attic and I swear it's calling me

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3