I swear I never dream that we're alone
Ronin scoffed, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know. This is Remi, my fRiEnD. It doesn't cover even a fraction of what you are to me," he murmured, feeling another wave of relief hit him at the alchemist's honesty policy. "I will never let you feel like that," he said, tilting his head to rest it against his partner's. He didn't want to let him go either, especially not now, when this was everything he had craved and needed since the whole debacle at the lighthouse.
Heaving a long sigh that left him feeling raw and bone tired, Ronin stroked a thumb along his husband's shoulder. "I won't, then. You'll be just as much a part of it as you always were, I promise. This will be the only night I don't come home to you." And even then, he sort of had. "...Remi, you must be freezing cold." The remark came with sudden realisation that the alchemist wore nothing but his underwear.
Heaving a long sigh that left him feeling raw and bone tired, Ronin stroked a thumb along his husband's shoulder. "I won't, then. You'll be just as much a part of it as you always were, I promise. This will be the only night I don't come home to you." And even then, he sort of had. "...Remi, you must be freezing cold." The remark came with sudden realisation that the alchemist wore nothing but his underwear.
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