the things we hold are always the first to go
"Tch, at least I have you around to put me through my paces," Ronin pointed out with a lopsided smile and a shrug; he could hardly deny that his body had some ways to go before he was in the same condition as he had been prior to his death. But he wasn't alone, and that in itself would make an otherwise gruelling process a little easier. He had been leading them away to shower when the tug of his hand drew him back, Ronin arching an eyebrow at the other man.
A slow smile crept over his face, one that Remi would feel against their kiss. "Thanking me for sex is weird," he quipped automatically, before leaning back in to kiss him again as if to tell him he understood. "Come on - let's go clean up."
A slow smile crept over his face, one that Remi would feel against their kiss. "Thanking me for sex is weird," he quipped automatically, before leaning back in to kiss him again as if to tell him he understood. "Come on - let's go clean up."
