I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
It's not silly, Ronin promises, and even his mental voice is gruff with the exhaustion and lingering terror of those few... minutes? Half an hour? He can't even say for certain how long it had been. Inhaling a deep breath and sighing it out again, he lifts his head just enough to be able to turn and kiss Remi's cheek, scruff and all. All I keep reminding myself is that they managed to get straight back here. And for all the nonsense leading up to then, if that's not the definition of Ludo's involvement, I don't know what is.
Spontaneous aging, cannon-fire, burrito theft and matching rain slickers, and yet they had still gotten home without a scratch. That has to count for something, right?
Grinning another kiss to Remi's cheek and squeezing him closer, it's with reluctance and a lingering hand against the Bastion's lower back that Ronin gives him enough space to finish his drink, grabbing up his spiked tea for another long sip. Ianto's... oh! Where it was bigger on the inside? His eyes widen at the realisation, the Knight smiling over the rim of his mug. You are very clever, you know. I suspect that will involve quite a lot of string pulling and potentially godly involvement?
Spontaneous aging, cannon-fire, burrito theft and matching rain slickers, and yet they had still gotten home without a scratch. That has to count for something, right?
Grinning another kiss to Remi's cheek and squeezing him closer, it's with reluctance and a lingering hand against the Bastion's lower back that Ronin gives him enough space to finish his drink, grabbing up his spiked tea for another long sip. Ianto's... oh! Where it was bigger on the inside? His eyes widen at the realisation, the Knight smiling over the rim of his mug. You are very clever, you know. I suspect that will involve quite a lot of string pulling and potentially godly involvement?
RONIN
