RONIN
THE FALLEN STAR
"Now that cannot be true, Remi. How ever would you get any work done?" Ronin smirked, turning to watch as the cell door clanged shut, his husband standing safely (thank goodness) on the other side. The truth, of course, was that he wouldn't get any work done, and Ronin knew it. Stepping forward to sag against the bars, Ronin leant his forehead against them and closed his eyes. Somehow, after Skyler, after everything, it felt like he deserved this.
"That would be nice, thank you. One of your shirts, maybe." Maybe the reminder would help to anchor him. And if nothing else, maybe it would be like having Remi there with him, towards the end.
"That would be nice, thank you. One of your shirts, maybe." Maybe the reminder would help to anchor him. And if nothing else, maybe it would be like having Remi there with him, towards the end.
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
