the things we hold are always the first to go
”Pffff, I’ll be the judge of that. I’ll put a bow on it and everything,” Ronin says with a good natured chuckle, relishing the heat of Remi against him compared to the chill of the weather outside. He shakes his head, however, at the question. ”I’ve never met her, not to my knowledge. It seemed a bit left field, if I’m honest. Jata has never spoken about her,” he admits, though this is absolutely none of his business and he plans to keep it that way.
Remi’s awkwardness says more about the situation than anything else, Ronin peeling himself up from the Alchemist only enough to turn and kiss him softly, as if to silence his racing thoughts with warm lips and a careful touch. ”Remi, the last time you brought past relationships home with you, we were both different people,” he reminds him. ”The shit we’ve been through, the hell we’ve had to endure...” Sighing, he relaxes against his husband again.
”It’s you for me. I trust you, and I love you, and there’s no force out there that will get in the way of that. Bring Ianto in out of the rain. Fuck him, even, if you’ve got an itch that needs scratching. You’re mine at the end of it.” He shrugs, sounding perfectly content and honest about it all.
Remi’s awkwardness says more about the situation than anything else, Ronin peeling himself up from the Alchemist only enough to turn and kiss him softly, as if to silence his racing thoughts with warm lips and a careful touch. ”Remi, the last time you brought past relationships home with you, we were both different people,” he reminds him. ”The shit we’ve been through, the hell we’ve had to endure...” Sighing, he relaxes against his husband again.
”It’s you for me. I trust you, and I love you, and there’s no force out there that will get in the way of that. Bring Ianto in out of the rain. Fuck him, even, if you’ve got an itch that needs scratching. You’re mine at the end of it.” He shrugs, sounding perfectly content and honest about it all.
