[se] as if maybe someone could hear

cut up our losses into doable doses

ration our tears and sighs

Once, when Ronin used that tone, it used to make Remi feel a fluttery sort of uncertainty in the pit of his stomach. Some latent reflex pounded into him over years and years of being submissive to precisely those with than manner of voice. Now, he merely groaned and rolled his eyes. "I forget a lot of things these days. How magnanimous of you to remind me."

Letting his head loll from side to side to indicate a confused sort of thoughtfulness, Remi eventually decided on yes. "Maybe not tangible things but...she'd have had more preferences, I suppose. More time in the world to figure out what she liked."

Watching Ronin2 appear, while he was nestled against his husband proper, continued to feel so exceedingly strange. It was weird guilt indeed to feel like you were cheating on your husband with your husband. Looking at the paint, Remi considered for a moment, before creating something in his palm. Releasing what it was—glitter, it turned out—into the paint, he smirked up at Ronin. "I found colour didn't matter with her so much as the sparkle-content." So saying, he picked a particularly buttery shade of yellow to begin.

Remi

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