I swear I never dream that we're alone
It was. It was already done, and that really was the fucking worst of it. Ronin was already preparing to get himself to his feet, to make his way back to the boxing ring, to steel himself against the future days and weeks of awkwardness with Remi. And he was just about to move when his husband's voice, small and quiet, reached his ears. The Dark Star didn't need telling twice; he reached out to take Remi's hand, grasping it tightly in his own, tugging the other man up beside him so he could wrap his free arm around him and pull him closer.
"I can stay," he confirmed, his voice a hoarse rumble in the distant hush of the waves. Taking a shuddering breath and squeezing his eyes shut against another sting of fresh tears, Ronin tried to focus only on Remi. "Gods be fucking damned," he whispered.
"I can stay," he confirmed, his voice a hoarse rumble in the distant hush of the waves. Taking a shuddering breath and squeezing his eyes shut against another sting of fresh tears, Ronin tried to focus only on Remi. "Gods be fucking damned," he whispered.
the dark star
