the things we hold are always the first to go
Remi’s smile makes Ronin’s stomach do backflips, and he has to resist the urge to wrap himself around his husband with the intention of making sure it never leaves his lips. ”Good,” he says instead, squeezing his hand and letting himself relax into the feel of the bed, the blankets, Remi’s weight across him. A soft frown pulls his eyebrows together as the Alchemist explains, Ronin nodding to him.
”I used to feel that way, when we first got here,” he murmurs. ”I think that would be really good for you, to find out. I rarely care about what people have to say about me anymore, because I know what I stand for. Even more so after LongNight. But for you... It feels like you’ve slid from one extreme to the other. Living to be useful to other people, and now exquisitely selfish. There’s a balance in there somewhere.” He winks.
Considering the Alchemist’s fears - about himself, about what might eventually happen, about the terror of feeling again - Ronin nods emphatically. ”I don’t blame you, for being afraid. But... remember, as much as things might hurt, there are good feelings too.”
”I used to feel that way, when we first got here,” he murmurs. ”I think that would be really good for you, to find out. I rarely care about what people have to say about me anymore, because I know what I stand for. Even more so after LongNight. But for you... It feels like you’ve slid from one extreme to the other. Living to be useful to other people, and now exquisitely selfish. There’s a balance in there somewhere.” He winks.
Considering the Alchemist’s fears - about himself, about what might eventually happen, about the terror of feeling again - Ronin nods emphatically. ”I don’t blame you, for being afraid. But... remember, as much as things might hurt, there are good feelings too.”
