Your move

The fingers in his hair sent crackles of pleasure and anticipation down the back of his neck and the length of his spine; the thrill of wanting and being wanted in return was something he had told himself he had given up by coming back from the stars. And yet, here and now, was Remi, and Ronin couldn't help but smile as the other man began to speak. It was the fox's name, though, that threw ice water over the entire situation, the smile fading from the hunter's lips. Horribly, Remi was right. And Ronin would not hurt another unnecessarily. "...I'll go, tonight," he said slowly. "You stay. If you try to leave you'll probably fall on your face, so it's safer this way." Carefully Ronin disentangled himself from Remi, feeling thoroughly chastised and ashamed of letting himself get in over his head too quick. RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving