I swear I still believe but I don't know
"I am never leaving your sight again," Ronin whispers back, able to reach up now and brush a few errant curls out of Remi's face, to let his free arm slip around the Lullaby's middle to draw them close enough that the other man's wings might hide the worst of their indecency. "Not awake, not asleep. I'll be right here - you'll be sick of the sight of me." Smiling gently, he snags Remi's hand in his own to press it over the now steady beat of his heart; a beat that will be echoed against the Lullaby's finger.
"I'm sure. All I need is you from here," he promises. "...And perhaps a pair of pants. And some breakfast on the way back to the boat." A man of simple tastes, is Ronin, unless you're counting Remi. (And he certainly is).
Leaning again for a kiss to his husband's cheek, he steps in to hug the other man tightly enough that it would crack a rib on a normal person. "I love you," he repeats, just in case Remi has forgotten in the past few seconds.
"I'm sure. All I need is you from here," he promises. "...And perhaps a pair of pants. And some breakfast on the way back to the boat." A man of simple tastes, is Ronin, unless you're counting Remi. (And he certainly is).
Leaning again for a kiss to his husband's cheek, he steps in to hug the other man tightly enough that it would crack a rib on a normal person. "I love you," he repeats, just in case Remi has forgotten in the past few seconds.
the supernova
