there is always hope
There’s a subversive sense of pride at the remark about his mother, Ronin feeling a smug smile creep across his lips. ”She’d be horrified,” he says cheerfully, wrapping the blankets around them and kissing Remi’s damp curls with a content sigh. He relaxes bonelessly into the bed, only for Remi to suggest that he doesn’t do a good enough job, apparently, of tuckering him out. His good-natured outrage is cut off, in part, by the way the Alchemist buries his face in Ronin’s armpit, bringing the Star out in a burst of laughter instead.
Which is probably just what the little shit wants, given his next comment. ”Oh did you now,” he says, trying to peel his husband away from his side so he can glare down at him, though rather than any irritation, there’s merely a sense of of course you did. ”...Good,” he says instead, nodding. ”That’s what a good friend would do.”
Which is probably just what the little shit wants, given his next comment. ”Oh did you now,” he says, trying to peel his husband away from his side so he can glare down at him, though rather than any irritation, there’s merely a sense of of course you did. ”...Good,” he says instead, nodding. ”That’s what a good friend would do.”
