without you things go hazy

walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to

Does Remi slyly hope that the dry thing he's meant to put on is Ronin? Of course. But there's no disappointment in his gaze when he finds his husband shirtless, scrubbing at his hair with sweatpants sat low on his hips. If anything it's more alluring to see Ronin this way, and it's with a bite to the inside of his cheek that Remi reminds himself of all the healthy ways that the pair are dealing with their feelings now. At least 80% of him gets the message.

Stripping off his clothes and tossing them into the bathroom where the lingering water won't warp the floorboards, Remi reaches for the towel to give his body a cursory once-over before joining Ronin in donning sweatpants. 'Is it? Oh good." The alchemist hums, ever bashful and self-conscious about his creations.

Plopping down next to Ronin, his skin still cold and clammy from rainwater and damp clothing, Remi reaches out both of his hands for his husband's that he might still the Star's constant fussing. "I saw a blast of lightning from Maeve's window." He mumbles conversationally, trading his drink for the bandages he'd brought in