I will fight the end
Ronin has come to tell Sunjata that he no longer needs him to stand in as Governor for a week. That he’s had to call his break with Remi off because his husband has come down with something, and he can’t really risk having that on a ship with very little medical intervention nearby. What he doesn’t count on is Jata being sick too. He’s perched on his nimbus at the window, reaching out to tap at it when the Arbiter opens it himself - and Ronin barely needs to hear him speak to know.
”I guess it must be going around,” he says to himself, smiling gently in at his friend. ”Sorry, Jata. Can I come in? You look like you could use some company. You feeling unwell too?” He doubts the other man has enough sense right now to even tell him as much, but it’s worth a go.
”I guess it must be going around,” he says to himself, smiling gently in at his friend. ”Sorry, Jata. Can I come in? You look like you could use some company. You feeling unwell too?” He doubts the other man has enough sense right now to even tell him as much, but it’s worth a go.
'til the end is here
