this madness of now

"Well when it looks less stolen, it will be less stolen." Ronin shrugged honestly, as if it should have been entirely obvious to Remi. He paused as his husband stopped him, quiet confusion melting into something altogether more affectionate than had entered his expression in the past couple of days. "And I love you," he murmured, allowing himself to linger on that simple and wonderful pleasure - easy enough to do, when it was the only thing he could rely upon anymore. "Oh - the wagon has a bed in it." He beamed, like he had been clever in choosing to steal something with living space built in, moving across to show his husband the interior of the thing. Shelves upon shelves of stacked spices and salts, a small, closed trunk and a bed at the back. "Is this to your taste, sir?" Because if it wasn't Ronin knew well that Remi would change it. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.