[Training] a pocket full of mumbles

In truth, the alchemist truly is alright with it. He's come to realize more and more all the things he can't provide Ronin. Why would you want someone you loved to toil and waste away, while you figured your own shit out, if someone could comfort them in the interim? With an absolutely shit-eating grin, the alchemist nods, clearly pleased. "Ronin tells me that all the time." He quips back easily; What did it matter if the Star was always being sarcastic? "I've come to realize there's the things we think we want in a relationship...and then the people we want those things with." Rolling his eyes as the thought of a certain blonde popped into his head, he looked up towards the clouds with a laugh. "If I've learned anything from Phoebe, it's that those things don't often go together. Not easily, anyway." Hearing that it's the ascended teeth at the heart of it, a coral blush darkens the alchemist's cheeks and he quickly covers a cough by downing the rest of his whiskey. "That, unfortunately, I understand far too well." He admitted, itching uncomfortably at his collarbone. R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space