there is always hope
"Well if I could they wouldn't be accidents, would they? They'd be... on purposes." Ronin smirked, shrugging as if to say he was allowed to make up words, given the bump on the back of his head. Still, his playfulness faded as Remi whispered to him, Ronin cupping the alchemist's cheeks so he could gaze into his eyes properly. His smile was warm and his words were steady, even if he hadn't been quite sure which part Remi had wanted him to repeat.
"I promise I'm not going anywhere," he said. "I'll come back to you - so much that you'll probably be sick of me before long." Chuckling, Ronin brushed his thumb along a stubbled cheek. "Okay?"
"I promise I'm not going anywhere," he said. "I'll come back to you - so much that you'll probably be sick of me before long." Chuckling, Ronin brushed his thumb along a stubbled cheek. "Okay?"
