it feels like we're ready to crack, these days, you and I
"Teamwork," Ronin says with a wink, his hands now full with their breakfast sandwiches. And he wastes no time in solemnly delivering one into Remi's hands, because they've been together long enough now for him to recognise the Bastion's hungry-dragon look, and Sugar is a smug little shit who won't help matters either. Tugging off his apron and hustling about the houseboat to put on shoes and make sure his clothes are clean enough for god-visiting, he lingers by the counter to take a large bite of his sandwich (in case of any renegade egg yolk, you see).
"Mmf," he says in apparent agreement with his husband's analysis, pausing to chew and swallow before continuing. "You make a good point," he says. "Granted, I think we were the ones who were on fire when we went up to the Cordillera." It was no less necessary, but even so, he finds himself hoping that Colt won't also wake up to realise it was a phase of life rather than a permanent need to move.
"Anyway, c'mon. Stuff to do, gods to see."
~FIN
"Mmf," he says in apparent agreement with his husband's analysis, pausing to chew and swallow before continuing. "You make a good point," he says. "Granted, I think we were the ones who were on fire when we went up to the Cordillera." It was no less necessary, but even so, he finds himself hoping that Colt won't also wake up to realise it was a phase of life rather than a permanent need to move.
"Anyway, c'mon. Stuff to do, gods to see."
~FIN
when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die
