[SE] feeding more than just the body

RONIN

the white knight

"Right now, mostly sleep," Ronin admits with a chuckle. "Given that we live on a houseboat, space is a commodity at the best of times, so we're having to get very clever with making room for everything." Grinning, he reaches out with his spatula to Zavien's side of the grill; he doesn't touch the other man's burgers (the horror), but he does nudge the wood and embers about a bit so the fire isn't licking so ferociously at the patties.

He glances as well at the uncooked burgers, eyebrows raising, gaze flicking to the sky and the tops of the buildings where he's sure Sugar is lurking. "If anything, I bet seeing another companion get to enjoy the spoils will be enough to draw her out," he admits with a lopsided smile. Sugar is a shitbag to all but a few elite chosen (and Ronin is only part of that club half the time).

"It's not a bad thing to give yourself some time. When you spend so long helping everyone else, sometimes you forget that you've also lost something in all this," Ronin says quietly, adding one of his own cooked patties to the pile and smiling as a few people start to linger nearby, drawn by the scent. "Just... be, for a bit. That's my advice, anyway. Life's not a race, y'know?"

i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first