it feels like we're ready to crack, these days, you and I
The slightest hint of sound has Ronin glancing sharply away from the window towards the door, and though the tension in his body melts away in moments, it's there all the same until he realises it's Remi. "Oh, hey," he says, voice rough as if he's hungover, or getting over a chest cold. "You didn't waste any time." His smile is entirely rehearsed, but where charisma and charm would usually sell it, today it's just going through the motions.
"Pull up a seat," he invites, gesturing to the visitor's chair beside his bed. "I can give you the grand tour of the place. We got the entertainment suite up there on the wall, a beautiful view of the parking lot - unrivalled, I'm told - and a selection of the finest painkillers on offer. I can vouch for those, by the way." There's a reason he's able to run his mouth without pain, after all.
Still, for all the bluster and bravado, Ronin soon falls silent, tired eyes dropping to his hands folded in his lap. "Thanks for coming," he mumbles. "It's been a rough couple of days."
"Pull up a seat," he invites, gesturing to the visitor's chair beside his bed. "I can give you the grand tour of the place. We got the entertainment suite up there on the wall, a beautiful view of the parking lot - unrivalled, I'm told - and a selection of the finest painkillers on offer. I can vouch for those, by the way." There's a reason he's able to run his mouth without pain, after all.
Still, for all the bluster and bravado, Ronin soon falls silent, tired eyes dropping to his hands folded in his lap. "Thanks for coming," he mumbles. "It's been a rough couple of days."
when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die
