and my heart ran away with me
Remi rolls his eyes with unmistakable affection, because Ronin is absolutely right and he does love a wedding. He leans subtly into the warmth of Ronin’s fingers against his cheek, grounding himself there, and lets out a quiet sigh. "I think she is," he says after a moment, thoughtful rather than certain. "Happy, I mean, at least underneath all the worry." His shoulders lift in a small shrug. "The very first thing she said to me was that she needed someone to tell her it was all going to be okay, so...that felt telling." Because, you know, that probably should have come from the father.
At Ronin’s gentle conclusion, Remi nods, a little reluctantly, his lips twitching as though he’s trying to smile his way through something knotted and complicated. "Yes," he agrees softly, "we’re happy about it." And he is—truly—but the feeling doesn’t settle cleanly, not the way he wants it to. Not the way it should. "It’s just..." He trails off, searching for words, then exhales and tries again. "It’s strange to think about. That it’s Finn’s son who's having a child with her." His brow furrows faintly, the thought looping back on itself. "The same one who grew up alongside Mateo, who once asked if he could watch us have sex." He gestures vaguely between them, frustration flickering across his features.
He has always known they were together-together, but a baby makes it impossible to keep that distance in his head. It drags the knowledge into focus, sharpens it until it feels unavoidably real, and the discomfort that follows sits heavy and unwelcome in his chest. It isn’t jealousy or anger—nothing so clean or easily dismissed—just a quiet unease he has no interest in unpacking, let alone giving a name to.
At Ronin’s gentle conclusion, Remi nods, a little reluctantly, his lips twitching as though he’s trying to smile his way through something knotted and complicated. "Yes," he agrees softly, "we’re happy about it." And he is—truly—but the feeling doesn’t settle cleanly, not the way he wants it to. Not the way it should. "It’s just..." He trails off, searching for words, then exhales and tries again. "It’s strange to think about. That it’s Finn’s son who's having a child with her." His brow furrows faintly, the thought looping back on itself. "The same one who grew up alongside Mateo, who once asked if he could watch us have sex." He gestures vaguely between them, frustration flickering across his features.
He has always known they were together-together, but a baby makes it impossible to keep that distance in his head. It drags the knowledge into focus, sharpens it until it feels unavoidably real, and the discomfort that follows sits heavy and unwelcome in his chest. It isn’t jealousy or anger—nothing so clean or easily dismissed—just a quiet unease he has no interest in unpacking, let alone giving a name to.
remi
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
