RONIN
Ronin leads them down a slender side street, hidden from the more raucous noise and lights of the Silk Houses, letting Remi go that he might have time to gather himself - or in this case, empty the contents of his stomach onto the cold cobblestones. The Star's pang of concern is drowned out entirely by what the other man projects to him, and Ronin has to stop from wincing at the intensity of it. Especially since it might only get worse, should he choose to touch his husband.
And there's never any doubt of that, in this world or any other. "What could you possibly be sorry for?" he murmurs, his voice a warmth in the chilly evening air, and he steps forward to carefully unbutton the coat that Remi won't feel quite so restricted. Once the jacket is open, he slips gentle arms around his husband to draw him carefully away from the wall and into a careful embrace.
"Shall we go somewhere else?" he suggests. "I didn't realise... I didn't know this was part of his story." It's obvious who he means. Who else could it be?
And there's never any doubt of that, in this world or any other. "What could you possibly be sorry for?" he murmurs, his voice a warmth in the chilly evening air, and he steps forward to carefully unbutton the coat that Remi won't feel quite so restricted. Once the jacket is open, he slips gentle arms around his husband to draw him carefully away from the wall and into a careful embrace.
"Shall we go somewhere else?" he suggests. "I didn't realise... I didn't know this was part of his story." It's obvious who he means. Who else could it be?
one more wish for you
