the things we hold are always the first to go
Ronin snorted and rolled his eyes, like Remi had just suggested he fly onto the roof instead of tidy. "Well, duh. Who tidies once they've gone to bed? Goodness, Remi. We can't all be as weird as you." The shit-eating grin was audible in the hunter's voice, and he cast a sideways glance to the alchemist in time to see him nod. Regardless of whatever else Remi was about to say, the gesture was appreciated nonetheless. Remi hadn't considered this moving too fast, hadn't... well. Hadn't been thinking, perhaps, of Ianto.
"Excuse me?" Ronin raised his eyebrows, his tone playful as he shifted to sit up ever so slightly. "Well considering that was my first time in that particular position, I'd say it went rather well." He managed to remain at ease about it, but Remi would probably notice the points of colour high in his cheeks at the admission.
"Excuse me?" Ronin raised his eyebrows, his tone playful as he shifted to sit up ever so slightly. "Well considering that was my first time in that particular position, I'd say it went rather well." He managed to remain at ease about it, but Remi would probably notice the points of colour high in his cheeks at the admission.
