it feels like we're ready to crack, these days, you and I
"A handful of shows and a near-death experience is all it takes for you to appreciate my good looks, huh?" Ronin smirks, though unlike before, the suggestion that Remi has been looking at him in any sort of way doesn't draw heat to his cheeks. "You're right, though. I can't say I've ever worn anything quite like this." He gestures to the gown - at least until where it's hidden by the hospital blankets - and waggles his eyebrows.
The act drops as he watches Remi rearrange the furniture, Ronin's brows furrowing predictably, but he doesn't begrudge the other man his bizarre feng shui. "Isla needs to stop gatekeeping my visitors," he says, huffing under his breath, but the gesture is a fond one.
Thinking about her keeps the silence warm for a beat longer than it might otherwise be but soon enough Ronin can feel the way it closes around them, tense and cold. And when Remi speaks he swears he could have predicted what he'd say, because his head is already shaking... except he's lying.
Swallowing hard, when Ronin speaks it's barely more than a whisper, the words directed down at the blankets, and his eyes flick toward Remi with uncertainty.
"There's... a nurse," he says. "She comes here in the middle of the night." 3am, to be precise, but Ronin doesn't say that because it sounds as crazy as the rest of it. "She doesn't look like the others who work here, but you can tell. She's got an apron on, and a cap, like..." Like she's walked right out of history.
"The first night she just stood in the doorway. But last night she was at the end of the bed. I..." Taking a swift breath, Ronin rallies himself and shakes his head. "Hospital must give you the weirdest dreams, huh." The meaning ripples deep beneath his bravado, though. I don't want to know where she'll be tonight.
The act drops as he watches Remi rearrange the furniture, Ronin's brows furrowing predictably, but he doesn't begrudge the other man his bizarre feng shui. "Isla needs to stop gatekeeping my visitors," he says, huffing under his breath, but the gesture is a fond one.
Thinking about her keeps the silence warm for a beat longer than it might otherwise be but soon enough Ronin can feel the way it closes around them, tense and cold. And when Remi speaks he swears he could have predicted what he'd say, because his head is already shaking... except he's lying.
Swallowing hard, when Ronin speaks it's barely more than a whisper, the words directed down at the blankets, and his eyes flick toward Remi with uncertainty.
"There's... a nurse," he says. "She comes here in the middle of the night." 3am, to be precise, but Ronin doesn't say that because it sounds as crazy as the rest of it. "She doesn't look like the others who work here, but you can tell. She's got an apron on, and a cap, like..." Like she's walked right out of history.
"The first night she just stood in the doorway. But last night she was at the end of the bed. I..." Taking a swift breath, Ronin rallies himself and shakes his head. "Hospital must give you the weirdest dreams, huh." The meaning ripples deep beneath his bravado, though. I don't want to know where she'll be tonight.
when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die
