the dying sun illuminates so much

i'm not the man they think i am at home

'Well don't worry. So long as Amalia and Deimos haven't already tied the knot, we'll have that to look forward to. Assuming we're still invited of course." The flatness in his voice was all Ronin would need to know about his level of enthusiasm. As for what he'd become? "Monstrous." His teeth pointed as he said this, grinning upside down at Ronin as he leaned forward to press a kiss to his husband's forehead. "But not beyond saving. Apparently I'm still so very good and kind." Running a hand through his curls the alchemist huffed out an unhappy breath, before returning those fingers back into Ronin's hair.

"Apparently. Though I don't know which is worse. That we've changed, or that we don't care about it."