i'll follow you into the dark

i'll stay here with you until this dream is gone

Sighing with complete relaxation, Remi takes a sip of his tea before nuzzling his nose against the base of the Star's neck. "I can't get over how..real you feel." He murmurs, pressing his lips against Ronin's shoulder. It isn't quite a kiss, so much as it's another way for Remi to feel his husband. The texture of his skin, the temperature of it, the vibrations of the things he has to say singing through him. "Is Sugar out hunting? I think I owe her about a thousand apologies."

Biting the inside of his lip as amusement makes crooked his expression, Remi offers the projection an entirely shit-eating grin. "I would like..bacon sandwiches...and wine." It is absolutely not the sort of thing to help him get his strength back, but gods if the thought of it doesn't make his mouth water. He's sure that both Ronin's are going to have something to say about this, and so Remi sweetly lets his head loll back against his husband's shoulder, fluttering his lashes up innocently at him.

"Ahh, so I shouldn't pretend to be cross, then?" He guesses with a chuckle. The agreement between he and the Star might not be conventional, but then again, little about them is. The only emotion the alchemist feels about the Sheild and Star's coupling is a rather dismal sadness that his sickness had driven the Star to that point. But perhaps that wasn't giving Amalia—or Ronin, really—enough credit. Maybe it would have happened anyway.