like the dawn breaks through the night

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving ”Yeah. Fuck.” There wasn’t much more to say from there, Ronin nodding miserably and tilting his head up so the water could rain down on him, warm if not entirely cleansing. He didn’t have it in him to clean off any more than Remi had already helped him with, but that would have to do for now. If he could get dry and get the shrapnel removed from his body, that would be more than enough. It did sound perfect, and eventually Ronin made the painstaking decision to get up, a groan of discomfort leaving him as he forced his body into a standing position. The soap long washed away, he nudged off the shower and held Remi in front of him, giving a tired nod. ”Bibbity bobbity husband,” he said, like it was a spell to turn Remi back, though it was missing any of his usual humour or playfulness.