this is me trying

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Remi's cold toes against his leg shouldn't feel as good as they do, and Ronin's sleepy grin says as much. "Hurt you...?" he repeats, adorably bemused as he comes around, and through the glow of his own starlight he spots the stark blots of bruises on Remi's skin. Blue eyes sharpen immediately, Ronin sitting up and leaning back on his hands to gaze across at the other man. "What happened?" he wants to know, and the soft glow in his skin fractures into something more dangerous somehow. Reaching out, Ronin fumbles to light a lantern and stifles a yawn behind his hand that's more an annoyance than a part of his peaceful wakeup, and he's rubbing at his eyes to force himself to focus. "Are you okay?" he wants to know, instinctively reaching for Remi to offer comfort, to offer a second pair of eyes on what's happened, before his hand freezes and pulls away. "Do you want me to...?"