it feels like we're ready to crack, these days, you and I
"Oh," Ronin says unhelpfully, as if he's just been asked to recollect something he didn't realise he was supposed to be paying attention to. "I don't..." He shakes his head, feeling guilty that he doesn't have anything more concrete to offer. "It feels cold? I haven't really been trying to pay too much attention." An apology, almost, for being afraid and wanting - wishing - for it to have been a dream after all.
It doesn't make it better, Ronin trying to absorb as much of the information whilst simultaneously wanting to reject it so he can continue living in his old reality, and he bites at the inside of his cheek as he puts the cup back down without taking a drink. "Right, I guess that's true," he mumbles with the ghost (ha) of a smirk.
"Oh, that's... less reassuring than I hoped it would be," he mumbles of the will she/won't she of his apparent new roommate. His hand strays up towards the neck of the hospital gown, fingers glancing over the still tender bruises there. "I don't know if I'll be good for another episode for a bit," he admits, like it's hard enough to admit to himself, let alone another person.
"Stay the night?" Ronin repeats the phrase like he's drowning and Remi has just thrown him a lifeline, and a sigh shudders out of him. "I... I mean, I was going to check myself out after you left," he admits. "I don't know if they'll let you stay in here all night." Somehow asking the other man to accompany him home seems a step too far, which is ridiculous when you consider that less than 72 hours before, Remi was hauling his lifeless body out of a demonic well.
It doesn't make it better, Ronin trying to absorb as much of the information whilst simultaneously wanting to reject it so he can continue living in his old reality, and he bites at the inside of his cheek as he puts the cup back down without taking a drink. "Right, I guess that's true," he mumbles with the ghost (ha) of a smirk.
"Oh, that's... less reassuring than I hoped it would be," he mumbles of the will she/won't she of his apparent new roommate. His hand strays up towards the neck of the hospital gown, fingers glancing over the still tender bruises there. "I don't know if I'll be good for another episode for a bit," he admits, like it's hard enough to admit to himself, let alone another person.
"Stay the night?" Ronin repeats the phrase like he's drowning and Remi has just thrown him a lifeline, and a sigh shudders out of him. "I... I mean, I was going to check myself out after you left," he admits. "I don't know if they'll let you stay in here all night." Somehow asking the other man to accompany him home seems a step too far, which is ridiculous when you consider that less than 72 hours before, Remi was hauling his lifeless body out of a demonic well.
when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die
