there is always hope
"That would be nice," Ronin agreed at the sound of the snow, smiling softly to himself and rubbing at the back of his head - an instant regret, given the state of his hair. He lit up - literally - as Remi drew his chair up closer, soft starlight just about setting his skin aglow, the ex-captain offering his husband a warm and dozy sort of smile.
"Ah... Yeah, I suppose that is true," he agreed about having tried to trick and deceive Remi in the past. He absolutely had done as much, so there was no way about it. "I don't expect you to open the doors on my word alone, though. Or at all. I just... I do feel a little better, Remi..."
His tone was concerned rather than elated - would he get better before death? Was it one of those occasions where he showed signs of improvement, and that was precisely what signalled the end? A worrying thought. "...What have you got with you today?"
"Ah... Yeah, I suppose that is true," he agreed about having tried to trick and deceive Remi in the past. He absolutely had done as much, so there was no way about it. "I don't expect you to open the doors on my word alone, though. Or at all. I just... I do feel a little better, Remi..."
His tone was concerned rather than elated - would he get better before death? Was it one of those occasions where he showed signs of improvement, and that was precisely what signalled the end? A worrying thought. "...What have you got with you today?"
