RONIN
They both watch the canteen and its stubborn frozen state, the water slowly starting to thaw it out, though it’ll be a little while still before there’s enough for a decent sip. And Ronin wants to make sure that Remi is able to drink all of it, if he can. Humming a thoughtful sigh at Amalia’s question, he glances up to meet her eyes, a crooked smile on his face. Does he give love to himself? (Not like that, you filth). ”Not as often as I ought to,” he says, nose scrunching a bit at the admission.
But as she suggests that no one would want her, Ronin scoffs out a laugh before he can stop himself, and he has to resist the urge to tell her playfully to fuck off. Remembering that he’s in Amalia’s presence, he manages to school the words into something less abrasive. ”Ama, just because it’s difficult, doesn’t mean it’s not the right thing for you,” he says with a shrug. ”And for what it’s worth, I don’t think you’ll have a problem with anyone wanting you.” He winks.
But as she suggests that no one would want her, Ronin scoffs out a laugh before he can stop himself, and he has to resist the urge to tell her playfully to fuck off. Remembering that he’s in Amalia’s presence, he manages to school the words into something less abrasive. ”Ama, just because it’s difficult, doesn’t mean it’s not the right thing for you,” he says with a shrug. ”And for what it’s worth, I don’t think you’ll have a problem with anyone wanting you.” He winks.
one more wish for you
