See true, see far

Ronin was still trying to bundle his thoughts into some sort of order where he had apparently dropped them everywhere, fighting to catch his breath, resting his forehead against the arm still leant upon the wall. A quiet gasp escaped his lips as Remi leant back and away from him, and as the alchemist glanced up it would be to see, at first, only the flushed cheeks and parted lips of a man still pulling himself back together. Eventually he took a long breath and glanced down at his friend, a lopsided and utterly blissful smile on his face. "Fuck, you're good at that," he rasped, Ronin absently smoothing Remi's curls back and out of his face. "But I'm afraid your act of generosity still leaves us with a problem." Grinning, he nodded suggestively down at the alchemist's own trousers. ronin the long and lonesome road