(SE) time of your life

So... this isn’t what he’s expecting. Not by a lot. Ronin had been considering that he might have a fight on his hands, or a giggling fit, or sass - something much more like his husband. The nimbus slows somewhere over the thickets of trees, sunlight dappling his bare shoulders, and he gives his husband his full attention. ”Hey...” He smiles softly, his arms wrapped around the other man as he tries to meet his eyes. ”You still waking up?” Reaching out with one hand, he brushes an errant curl out of Remi’s face, suddenly aware of his clammy skin, the dew of sweat on his brow. ”What’s up? I confess, I expected a romantic gesture like this to be just what the doctor ordered.” He’s joking, obviously - because Ronin always jokes when he’s worried. ronypony it's always nice to make an impression