this is me trying

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving If Ronin was boiling before, then the next thing Remi says has him positively bubbling over, and the way his knuckles are waxy and white against the sheets says it all. "Oh did he now," he says, all but whispering the words, and the starlight that splinters out of him is akin to the cracks in the ground before a volcano erupts, the magma peeking beneath. "Friendships didn't get in the way of this. He threatened you, he hurt you. After things were already settled." Swallowing hard, the Star forces himself to relax and lets his hands release the sheets, shaking them out so he might be able to slip out of bed. He, of course, is wearing star spangled boxers, and he goes to pull on his draconic robe (because why the fuck wouldn't you) so he can go and make coffee. His own interest in Remi quite obviously stands to attention as he moves, and it's with a few grumbling adjustments that he offers a sheepish smile to his husband. "Strong coffee. Maybe a shot of whiskey in it - I haven't decided yet. Take your time getting ready. We both probably need a couple of minutes to cool off." And with that, he shuffles off out of the room.