wrap your hand around my heart

there is always hope

Ronin’s brow furrows, as he considers his husband before him. He doesn’t seem to know what to do with himself at first - because of course, Remi is right. It wasn’t just something he could shrug off. This was big, potentially relationship-changing. Swallowing, he inhales deeply and lets it out again, seeming deep in thought and rubbing at the back of his neck. ”Remi,” he says slowly, taking a step forward without rushing, not wanting to startle the other man.

”Can I just... can I touch you, just for now?” he asks, blue eyes searching green, the Star not really having words for what he wants to say. ”I just... I think you need to feel this, rather than hear it. Okay?”