gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
”You are allowed to make your own choices,” Ronin says in mild agreement - because it’s true. He furrows his brow as Remi continues, knowing simply from being around Amalia that what his husband says is likely on the embellished side, but... well, Remi’s still his husband, and that means accepting certain liberties. With fingers kneading at the knots in his back, he catches the Alchemist’s glance over his shoulder and takes the opportunity to lean in and drop a kiss on a bare shoulder.
”That’s right. And I love you to death and then some. So there’s no issue there. Some people aren’t like us though, Remi. We can’t all be so lucky to have someone to work through our trauma with.” He’s not necessarily saying that Amalia doesn’t have the same kind of support, but equally... not everyone could just accept the Alchemist the way he was. ”So you two aren’t buddies right now, hm?”
”That’s right. And I love you to death and then some. So there’s no issue there. Some people aren’t like us though, Remi. We can’t all be so lucky to have someone to work through our trauma with.” He’s not necessarily saying that Amalia doesn’t have the same kind of support, but equally... not everyone could just accept the Alchemist the way he was. ”So you two aren’t buddies right now, hm?”
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
