shut the door & cut me open

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin's gaze dropped to the ground as Remi spoke, the hunter finding a thoroughly interesting spot to stare at. He sighed, the tension seeming to drain from him, leaving him nothing but empty and quietly sad. "I know," he said of Remi's past. "So just... let's consider this one of those mistakes, okay?" Because if Ronin wasn't going to do anything remotely sane about the stack of issues piling against the door of their relationship, he may as well be productive. Then the alchemist turned away to leave and Ronin was left standing aimlessly in the doorway of the guild, fists clenching and unclenching like he didn't know what to do with himself. He could feel Remi's upset in the quiet and muffled sobs, in the frenetic pulse of the ring against his fingers, and the hunter caved in on himself again. Later, when he found himself drinking alone at the kitchen table, he would allow himself to feel something about all of this. Now, however, it was obvious that whatever Remi had or hadn't done, he knew he had made a mistake, and he was sorry for it. What good did further punishment do? "Hey," he muttered softly, making his feet move to cross the distance between them. "Remi, don't beat yourself up about it..." Gentle hands would try to guide his husband back around, that Ronin might pull him close and take his pain away.