and it rains, and rains, and rains

lay a whisper on my pillow, leave the winter on the ground

Rude as it might be, the Alchemist only has eyes for Ronin. So as Ianto barks in his direction and heads off, the fox receives only a cursory nod from Remi, who quickly focuses his attention back on his husband.

Grumbling as Ronin makes his way over, Remi wraps his arms around him as if he's some giant stuffed animal. Grumbling something incomprehensible against Ronin's shoulder as he lets his face heavily rest against it, the Alchemist heaves a lengthy sigh before finally pulling back enough to give Ronin a look. "No, never you." He mumbles perhaps a touch sheepishly before his eyes raise to where bits of bloody skin have matted into Ronin's hair. Crinkling his nose slightly Remi softly pulls at a loose piece of shed-velvet, murmuring a sympathetic groan in the back of his throat.

"Still bad, mmmm?" He asks of the hunter's shedding. Having no shifts that go through anything remotely like this, other than what he feels through their bond, Remi has no real concept of what it is Ronin is going through.

THE ALCHEMIST

i wake up lonely, this air of silence, in the bedroom and all around