shut the door & cut me open

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving It was a shame, but regrettably Ronin was not in any sort of state to go another round with Remi currently; it was pretty much all he could do to lay with his husband and let his scattershot thoughts flit through his head. His arms encircled Remi, fingertips playing through messy curls even as his hand was pressed to a heartbeat he knew as well as his own. He laughed breathlessly, giving his counterpart a playful nudge. ”You have no idea how difficult it is to keep my concentration when we’re in bed,” he joked; adding his projection took it to a whole new level. Not that he hadn’t thoroughly enjoyed himself. ”And I love you.” The sentiment was easy to echo, the turbulence of the past conversation already soothed, already distant. There was something, though. ”Can I ask you a question?” He bit his lower lip, trying to phrase it in his head. ”What do you really think, about this being king business?”