I swear I still believe but I don't know
Safrin is right - there is someone waiting outside for him. Ronin opens the door now unlocked, inhaling a shaky breath and clutching the frame for a moment, as if unsure he’ll be able to stay standing. But when his eyes open it’s to find Remi sitting on the flagstones, and Ronin swears it’s like the sun has just risen. Every part of him relaxes, and he straightens up to offer a hand out to his husband.
”Need a hand?” he asks, reaching out to grip calloused fingers, pulling the Alchemist on his feet and into Ronin’s waiting arms. He doesn’t lean in and kiss him - not yet, even though he desperately wants to - merely standing in his presence. Without trying to rush, without any hurry at all, in fact, he guides Remi’s touch beneath his shirt so he can feel the smooth skin, the lack of wounds or bruises. ”All better,” he says with a smile.
”Need a hand?” he asks, reaching out to grip calloused fingers, pulling the Alchemist on his feet and into Ronin’s waiting arms. He doesn’t lean in and kiss him - not yet, even though he desperately wants to - merely standing in his presence. Without trying to rush, without any hurry at all, in fact, he guides Remi’s touch beneath his shirt so he can feel the smooth skin, the lack of wounds or bruises. ”All better,” he says with a smile.
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