little white lies

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "Hey wait-- no, no. I'm okay now." Ronin doesn't try to peel her hands away from his, allowing her to guide him around and off the bridge. There's a pink welt across his cheek from the blow he delivered himself, and honestly, the Star seems giddy just to be able to speak the truth again. "It - I'm not drunk, Sera. Fuck. I'm so sorry. And good morning, by the way." He laughs breathlessly, doing absolutely nothing for the whole not drunk defence. "It was a quest from Safrin," he blurts. "It's... a long, long story. But I am not in love with you and I don't want to marry you. No offence." He realises how blunt he has been after the fact, offering her an apologetic grin and looking down at their hands clasped together still. Awkward.