I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Ronin huffs something that might want to be a laugh in another season, feeling the fond exasperation through the Attuned bond and lifting his free hand to rest it gently on Remi's shoulder, as if to inject some warmth into him where they keep their vigil. "I think," he says slowly, glancing to the fields beyond without fully turning his head, "I have chased off every cow between here and New Haven. And this time they haven't decided to try their luck and come back."
And he doesn't blame them either, deep down. He wouldn't want to encounter him in the rain, not as himself or as a stag or as the dragon that also sleeps in his bones. Instead, forcing in a deep breath and letting it out again, he squeezes the Bastion's shoulder and angles the umbrella away from them briefly to shake off the worst of the rain. "I'll stay," he decides, as if it was ever going to be a different decision, but he does offer the ghost of a smile to his husband.
"Do you want a break, though? Your feathers are soaked through."
And he doesn't blame them either, deep down. He wouldn't want to encounter him in the rain, not as himself or as a stag or as the dragon that also sleeps in his bones. Instead, forcing in a deep breath and letting it out again, he squeezes the Bastion's shoulder and angles the umbrella away from them briefly to shake off the worst of the rain. "I'll stay," he decides, as if it was ever going to be a different decision, but he does offer the ghost of a smile to his husband.
"Do you want a break, though? Your feathers are soaked through."
RONIN
