help me, i'm drowning

i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end

"No, you'll just hurt my feelings by not caring if it's left behind." Remi might have raised his chin and sniffed dramatically. Might have even tossed a longing look back at the blanket, but instead his hands were roaming Ronin's lower back as the hunter dragged him forward. Their mirrored scar-tissue pressed together, and there was something calming about the way the sensation died away in that place of memory and horror, and yet how the skin around it burned with life. The alchemist moaned steadily against the hunter's lips, his fingers wandering below the line of his belt threatening with every movement to obfuscate Ronin's efforts to get them back to the wagon. Wagons be damned, privacy be damned, appropriateness be damned. But he wouldn't. Because though one sort of fire was still raging in him, another had been put out. There was no need to rush (a want, yes, but not a need any longer).

'And you, love me for it." Remi laughed back, cheeks flush with desire and his heart happily pounding away in the base of his throat.

Letting himself be led, he let himself awkwardly hover his chin above Ronin's shoulder. "I love you," He whispered in a breathless, joy-filled voice. "I love you, I love you, I love you." Remi felt as though he might never stop repeating it, might never stop searching for a phrase better than that to explain the youthful giddiness fire-working through him.