the cosmos in my coffee

i've got a river for a soul

"Wh—" He starts to interrupt, but Ronin fills in the blanks. Blinking at his husband, eyes narrowed and lashes wanting desperately to close in sleep, Remi eloquently huffs, "huh," before all but collapsing down into the bed again. Sliding his hands up his husband's body—gods but it feels good to touch someone he doesn't have to feel guilty about wanting—Remi lets his shoulders rise and fall. 'I guess that makes sense.' Whether out of genuine concern or vindictiveness or a combination thereof, that Safrin had made Ronin the guardian of her child wasn't surprising. "I'm not sure this houseboat is big enough for a teenager." Especially a girl, if Fiadh was anything to go by.

'Saw Isla.' Remi answers, his voice muffled by skin and skins. 'Then jumped off a bridge about it.'