RONIN
the white knight
Ronin listens quietly as Remi speaks, giving him the stage for things that perhaps should have been said much sooner. He squeezes his hand gently, a silent dismissal of an apology not needed in the slightest, his head dipping to press another kiss to the Bastion's knuckles. "Okay," he says softly, when the other man is finished. "Then we'll keep letting the ball be in his court. But it doesn't mean we love him any less for giving him space." No matter how much space it seems to be.
Lowering Remi's hand at last but not releasing it, Ronin lets out a long sigh that drags his shoulders down with the exhaustion of it. "He was here in Torchline for much longer than I expected," he says softly. "I think it was good for him. Maybe he's been spending this time working things through." It's only conjecture at best, but if Mateo had moved back to Stormbreak, it certainly didn't seem like it was because he felt like he had to.
"I love you," Ronin says suddenly, his smile as sad as it is hopelessly adoring as he gazes across at Remi. "I'm sorry this is hard."
Lowering Remi's hand at last but not releasing it, Ronin lets out a long sigh that drags his shoulders down with the exhaustion of it. "He was here in Torchline for much longer than I expected," he says softly. "I think it was good for him. Maybe he's been spending this time working things through." It's only conjecture at best, but if Mateo had moved back to Stormbreak, it certainly didn't seem like it was because he felt like he had to.
"I love you," Ronin says suddenly, his smile as sad as it is hopelessly adoring as he gazes across at Remi. "I'm sorry this is hard."
