cinders and smoke

remi The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do Sighing wearily, Remi shook his head. "I'm not trying to fight with you Ronin or make this into a competition about which of us is worst and where the line of shitty-husbanding begins." Running his free hand up the side of his face, he frowned sadly as his fingers pressed against one of his eyes. "I only meant that...well. I suppose I don't believe you." Remi's voice was soft and defeated. "I don't think I am enough, or at least, I won't be for long, not if you and I continue on like this." Like this being Remi's stroll down the way of madness whilst Ronin started to course-correct. "Just...don't love anyone else. Whatever happens, wherever we go, that's all I ask. Everything else I'll understand, but never that." Pulling Ronin's hand and cradling it against his chest, Remi's gaze was pleading despite Ronin's insistence that all of this was unnecessary. It might have been, but since their first day on the beach they'd not held their punches with each other, and this felt like it needed saying.