the things we hold are always the first to go
"And I meant every word and I still do," Ronin said haughtily, squinting in suspicion at his lover before Remi surprised him with an admission of progress of all things. "It's good to know that my back breaking training is paying off," he quipped, though of course his good mood plummeted completely as they discussed their daughter's state of health.
Shifting closer as Remi moved to sit beside him, Ronin leant against his lover and slung an arm around him in return, resting his head against the alchemist's soft curls. He needed it more than he could vocalise, breathing in deep and letting it out in a sigh. The slightest bit of tension left him at Remi's reassurances, the hunter nodding gently. "You're right, of course. But... we don't know if it's contagious. What about in future? And what about you?" Suddenly sitting so close seemed taboo.
Shifting closer as Remi moved to sit beside him, Ronin leant against his lover and slung an arm around him in return, resting his head against the alchemist's soft curls. He needed it more than he could vocalise, breathing in deep and letting it out in a sigh. The slightest bit of tension left him at Remi's reassurances, the hunter nodding gently. "You're right, of course. But... we don't know if it's contagious. What about in future? And what about you?" Suddenly sitting so close seemed taboo.
