RONIN
"I feel truly honoured to have finally received a greeting from you, after all this time." Ronin scoffed; not that he could blame Remi in the slightest for not doing as much at the time. What with him having been naked and all. Resting his hands in his pockets, Ronin watched the road whilst the alchemist watched the sky, a soft smile on his face. "That's true though, yes. I don't think I'll ever be able to repay her properly for that," he murmured, though he glanced up as if able to feel himself growing too serious.
Barking out a laugh, Ronin scrunched up his nose as he gazed at Remi. "I fucking didn't, that's for sure," he said of the Spire Demon - it had been a surprise to him, if 'surprise' was the right word. And even if it hadn't been the right word to describe the events before the Spire, hearing Remi talk about moving in with Ianto... well, it definitely felt accurate for that.
Ronin stared carefully across the street as they walked, working hard to hide the way he felt his stomach do a backflip. It shouldn't matter - he knew about Remi and Ianto, and Ronin ought to be standing back on his own two feet by now besides. Only...
Only what, though? He'd returned without giving any credence to what he wanted. He didn't deserve to want anything, as far as he was concerned. He'd abandoned his daughter, his friends, those he considered family. Ronin existed for them, now. What he wanted was buried under those carefully constructed layers of duty, and he wasn't going to dig them up now.
"It would be good for you, to be closer to him," he said eventually, nodding. "Just don't forget Aoife, okay? She'll miss you."
Barking out a laugh, Ronin scrunched up his nose as he gazed at Remi. "I fucking didn't, that's for sure," he said of the Spire Demon - it had been a surprise to him, if 'surprise' was the right word. And even if it hadn't been the right word to describe the events before the Spire, hearing Remi talk about moving in with Ianto... well, it definitely felt accurate for that.
Ronin stared carefully across the street as they walked, working hard to hide the way he felt his stomach do a backflip. It shouldn't matter - he knew about Remi and Ianto, and Ronin ought to be standing back on his own two feet by now besides. Only...
Only what, though? He'd returned without giving any credence to what he wanted. He didn't deserve to want anything, as far as he was concerned. He'd abandoned his daughter, his friends, those he considered family. Ronin existed for them, now. What he wanted was buried under those carefully constructed layers of duty, and he wasn't going to dig them up now.
"It would be good for you, to be closer to him," he said eventually, nodding. "Just don't forget Aoife, okay? She'll miss you."
a star in someone else's sky
