like the dawn breaks through the night

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin cared about neither, but since Remi had given him two options, his fractured mind settled on one of them. ”Shower,” he said, knowing little about how far they were from home (and what was home, what the fuck was home) until it loomed up before them. Lifting his gaze, Ronin lingered on the edge of the porch, not really knowing what to do. In his head it was still dark, he still couldn’t cross the threshold inside. ”Am I allowed?” he asked his husband, fingers worrying at a thread coming loose on his coat. It was like he still couldn’t fathom that Remi was real, as if the Alchemist would be tucked up inside the house, if only Ronin would knock. But the man beside him couldn’t be a monster, or an illusion, could he? He’d have disappeared by now otherwise. ”...You came.”