bleed it dry, leave us here with nothing
It would be insincere for Ronin to try and wave away the guilt his husband was feeling, so he didn’t try. Instead, he drew the alchemist close against his side, his lips ghosting across the other man’s temple, the warmth building between them hopefully melting away the chill from outside. “I hardly stopped you, did I? No one in the guild did either. Everyone still came, knowing what the risks were.” He gazed down at Remi, blue eyes sad. To hear him speak so... it wasn’t that the hunter could understand, per say, but... he’d definitely had similar thoughts himself.
“Luckily, you don’t have to,” he said, nudging against the alchemist’s shoulder with his own. “I’m sorry, that even since before we were married, that you had to deal with so much. The blight, LongNight, Ludo’s task, my being king... it wasn’t fair. It still isn’t. But I’m all yours now, okay? I’ll hold that weight with you, until you decide what kind of man you want to be.”
“Luckily, you don’t have to,” he said, nudging against the alchemist’s shoulder with his own. “I’m sorry, that even since before we were married, that you had to deal with so much. The blight, LongNight, Ludo’s task, my being king... it wasn’t fair. It still isn’t. But I’m all yours now, okay? I’ll hold that weight with you, until you decide what kind of man you want to be.”
