[se] two hearts thrown together

Remi knew, but it didn’t feel okay. Nothing did, not now that the answer he had insisted on was out there in the open. Ronin’s hand was cold in his husband’s, and he ran fingers through his hair distractedly before focusing back on the Alchemist. There was a time when they could compartmentalise, when they could brush away and pretend and sit on it all until it came roaring out. But that time had withered and died when Remi had once-upon-a-time thrown his wedding ring onto the rocks, and there was no going back there now. ”I am home,” Ronin said quietly, reaching out to brush a hand to the line of Remi’s jaw, letting his touch dance down to the scars along his throat, to the mottled mess on his chest. He pressed his hand there, to feel the beat of Remi’s heart against his palm and on his finger until they were practically in sync with his own. ”Do you miss him?” he asked. ”The man you were?” ronypony it's always nice to make an impression