even my darkness shines for you
The permission comes like a slap to the face, blunt and unsteady enough that Ronin is still reeling and trying to decide whether Mateo has approved when Flora is calling herself a miracle and talking about watering their babypatch kid. Ronin blinks a couple of times, then does the only thing a person really can do in this situation - he laughs. "I... you're both miracles," he agrees first and foremost, smiling foolishly between them. "But yes, of course we're going to do right by them. And I wouldn't expect it any other way."
In fact, he has a feeling that for however much of a leaf on the wind Mateo can be, at the first sign of trouble he'll be the one coming in swinging.
"And I... I guess that's what would happen?" Ronin glances at Remi, still too thunderstruck by the entire conversation to even have answers to the what now? aspects of it. "Luckily, I think we are the ones that need to water and take care of it, so you are off the hook." Something tells him the botanist might check their work anyway, though.
In fact, he has a feeling that for however much of a leaf on the wind Mateo can be, at the first sign of trouble he'll be the one coming in swinging.
"And I... I guess that's what would happen?" Ronin glances at Remi, still too thunderstruck by the entire conversation to even have answers to the what now? aspects of it. "Luckily, I think we are the ones that need to water and take care of it, so you are off the hook." Something tells him the botanist might check their work anyway, though.
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