you're my guiding light, when there's no guiding light left inside
"I see," Ronin says slowly, the raise of his eyebrows skeptical at best until the very animated hand suddenly goes limp in his own. And he can't help it, letting out a soft chuckle as if unable to really believe it. Because weirdly 'sentient' (even though it's not, but it sort of is) or otherwise, it's still such a novelty to see Remi with all his fingers and being able to move his arm that he can't not be happy about it.
"Are you okay with it...?" he asks, because regardless of how he might feel about a potential third party (ish) involved in their day to day lives, if his husband can live without pain, with ten fingers (and thumbs, yes) and he doesn't mind his hand occasionally misbehaving... well, Ronin absolutely isn't going to complain.
Much. Because it's Ronin, and zero complaints about a finger in his belly button is unreasonable.
"Are you okay with it...?" he asks, because regardless of how he might feel about a potential third party (ish) involved in their day to day lives, if his husband can live without pain, with ten fingers (and thumbs, yes) and he doesn't mind his hand occasionally misbehaving... well, Ronin absolutely isn't going to complain.
Much. Because it's Ronin, and zero complaints about a finger in his belly button is unreasonable.
RONIN
