there is always hope
"Huh...?" Ronin blinked up at his husband with an innocent and open smile of hello, unsure at first what 'that' he was referring to. Then, of course, he realised that he was softly lighting the jail cell all by himself, and a soft laugh escaped him that, of course, only made him shine more brightly. "I guess I must just be pleased to see you," he said.
Scooching closer in order to see better what Remi had brought with him, Ronin was uncharacteristically careful not to get too near the chair, lest his husband think he was trying to snake an arm out through the bars or anything appropriately nefarious. He listened with rapt attention to the list of items, a grin creeping over his face as he leant his head against the bars.
"Well," he said. "Games are games, and as much as I adore Amalia's baking... you made the wine. And so that makes it the most important by far. So we'll start there, don't you think?"
Scooching closer in order to see better what Remi had brought with him, Ronin was uncharacteristically careful not to get too near the chair, lest his husband think he was trying to snake an arm out through the bars or anything appropriately nefarious. He listened with rapt attention to the list of items, a grin creeping over his face as he leant his head against the bars.
"Well," he said. "Games are games, and as much as I adore Amalia's baking... you made the wine. And so that makes it the most important by far. So we'll start there, don't you think?"
