the things we hold are always the first to go
Remi's smiles and laughter were contagious and Ronin allowed himself to be tugged closer, grinning as he turned his head to press a warm kiss against the side of Remi's neck. "You make a compelling point and I am far too tired and shaken up by all of this to question you," he murmured, holding the other man close. Having stayed up all night to build a shrine and then to have this news dropped on them... Ronin was a little weary of it all.
He blinked his eyes open at the mention of Ianto, frowning gently as he realised he'd not actually seen the fox around in... well, forever. But then was that so strange, really, with what had happened between them? "It's a good idea," he agreed. "Didn't you say his Wishing Wagon has become a trading post between us and the Fae? Would you be able to go there without permission?"
He blinked his eyes open at the mention of Ianto, frowning gently as he realised he'd not actually seen the fox around in... well, forever. But then was that so strange, really, with what had happened between them? "It's a good idea," he agreed. "Didn't you say his Wishing Wagon has become a trading post between us and the Fae? Would you be able to go there without permission?"
