Ronin was forgiving enough about Sam's dislike of him; the way he so easily agreed actually made Sam rather sad. It spoke of Ronin's character, of someone he had once admired, now pushed away through various circumstances that had drawn them apart.
"Mmm. Yes." He agreed, sure that whatever it was Remi needed, it wasn't as simple as he'd thought when he'd first arrived at the beach. He'd been selfish, hadn't thought over it enough, had only seen things through his own lens...though Sam did not think all the blame laid with him. Not that it mattered, all things considered.
He looked up to Ronin and shrugged. "As I said. He's not the man that I once loved. I'm not the man he knew either. We're practically strangers again...so I've resolved not to bother him anymore. Or you either, until you came to speak to me." The beach was a public space, he'd just decided not to walk by the wagon. "...We were always somewhat of a mess anyway, me and Remi...I'm trying to find something more stable nowadays." It seemed odd to talk to Remi's husband about this, but he was beyond caring too much when it came to this topic.
