the things we hold are always the first to go
”It was just a thought,” Ronin murmurs into Remi’s curls, the Star closing his eyes for a moment merely to relish the beat of their hearts and the way their bodies fit so effortlessly together. ”I guess with Sam as an example, though, that question is pretty much answered.” Better to leave the past in the past, where it couldn’t reach its fingers into the present to cause them problems.
Still, that didn’t leave their present problem free, as evidenced by his husband’s distant silence. ”I wish you’d talk to me,” he whispers, though it doesn’t sound anything close to frustrated; indeed, the soft smile in Ronin’s voice is audible. ”Though I know sometimes I guess it feels like it won’t make a difference, no matter how much we talk about it. I love you, though. However you want to be.”
Still, that didn’t leave their present problem free, as evidenced by his husband’s distant silence. ”I wish you’d talk to me,” he whispers, though it doesn’t sound anything close to frustrated; indeed, the soft smile in Ronin’s voice is audible. ”Though I know sometimes I guess it feels like it won’t make a difference, no matter how much we talk about it. I love you, though. However you want to be.”
