there is always hope
”It’s because I’m so good at complaining about it,” Ronin says with a wink, though he seems mildly horrified at the elbow length gloves. ”We’d never be able to get them off your arms,” he says, giving his muscled forearm a playful squeeze and pottering about to grab a towel ready for their exit from the shower - because when have they ever let each other shower alone after something traumatic happens?
Stripping off his clothes, Ronin smiles sadly as Remi explains, leaning in to kiss his stubbled cheek. There’s no judgement there, just a twang of sadness for Remi and worry for Amalia. ”Not the most pleasant way to work things out. But I’m glad that you did. Is she alright? Well... not alright. I mean safe, I suppose.”
Gently ushering the Alchemist beneath the stream of water, Ronin wastes little time in starting to wash the sand and blood from Remi’s skin, deft fingers moving in slow patterns over his husband’s body.
Stripping off his clothes, Ronin smiles sadly as Remi explains, leaning in to kiss his stubbled cheek. There’s no judgement there, just a twang of sadness for Remi and worry for Amalia. ”Not the most pleasant way to work things out. But I’m glad that you did. Is she alright? Well... not alright. I mean safe, I suppose.”
Gently ushering the Alchemist beneath the stream of water, Ronin wastes little time in starting to wash the sand and blood from Remi’s skin, deft fingers moving in slow patterns over his husband’s body.
