I will fight the end
"As a baron, I couldn't possibly say," Ronin replies, the picture of propriety even if he's rocking the 'drowned rat' look at the moment. Unfortunately, their threads of conversation - Morgan's letters and Remi practicing things that aren't penmanship would have to wait - are thoroughly sidelined by the message from Vervain. Still holding the letter between his fingers, Ronin gently sets it down on the counter; his lips part as if to say something, before he realises that there isn't anything to say that would magically make this better.
And he shouldn't be trying to, either.
The mug shatters against one of the walls, Ronin wincing, though not for the reasons one might think. Through their Attuned bond, the flare of arousal to see his husband commanding such a presence is difficult to hide, but acting on or even thinking about what that might mean is something for another time.
"I didn't consider that..." He steps up behind Remi to carefully slip his arms around him. They are both still soaking wet, and it's cold down in the shop, but it doesn't stop him from drawing the other man back against his chest. "We could always visit them. Both of us, or just you. Whenever we can."
And he shouldn't be trying to, either.
The mug shatters against one of the walls, Ronin wincing, though not for the reasons one might think. Through their Attuned bond, the flare of arousal to see his husband commanding such a presence is difficult to hide, but acting on or even thinking about what that might mean is something for another time.
"I didn't consider that..." He steps up behind Remi to carefully slip his arms around him. They are both still soaking wet, and it's cold down in the shop, but it doesn't stop him from drawing the other man back against his chest. "We could always visit them. Both of us, or just you. Whenever we can."
'til the end is here
