it's a long way home

cut up our losses into doable doses

ration our tears and sighs

"I have been told I am fairly good with my hands.." Remi said, trying not to smile. "If you tell me how, I am sure I can do it." There was always Isla, somewhere, if it came to that.  Squeezing Ronin's shoulder softly and moving to find something strong enough both to drink and sterilize the wound (yeah right), he stopped dead with a bottle of something clear in his hand as Ronin spoke.

Turning around, his muscles twitching with restraint, Remi swallowed with as much calm as he could muster. The alchemist wasn't naive enough to question that there were things worse than death. He wasn't even tempted to criticize his husband for withholding the information for as long as he apparently had. The tears behind his eyes felt like shards of glass now, stabbing painfully and making it hard to think or see through them.

"Do you have any idea what that means?" He asked slowly, finally finding his feet again and moving to sit opposite Ronin.

Remi

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