we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"I only expect you to tend to my injuries - whether they're to my body or my ego - when we get home from it," Ronin says with a smile that wants to be a lot more easygoing than it is. Settling comfortably into stride with his husband, he turns to leave a warm kiss against Remi's cheek as they both circle - and then finally land upon - the same agreement regarding Flora. "And if she doesn't want our help and has it all entirely in hand, more the better. At least we offered." He shrugs.
As for his definite inebriation, Ronin doesn't even bother to try and defend himself, his laughter boyish and perhaps just a touch embarrassed as he accepts Remi's affections and teasing both. "Only almost? I must have lost my touch." Winking, he gives the other man a brief squeeze before reluctantly letting him go to set more stakes down into the sand. "I think this is the last really steep part," he says, referring to the way the beach simply drops off a few feet out into the ocean shallows.
As for his definite inebriation, Ronin doesn't even bother to try and defend himself, his laughter boyish and perhaps just a touch embarrassed as he accepts Remi's affections and teasing both. "Only almost? I must have lost my touch." Winking, he gives the other man a brief squeeze before reluctantly letting him go to set more stakes down into the sand. "I think this is the last really steep part," he says, referring to the way the beach simply drops off a few feet out into the ocean shallows.
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
