everything has its wonders
Ronin has backed up by now to lean against the wall, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose as if to fight off the headache that's starting to build like a storm behind his eyes. He wants to chastise his husband for dragging this out of Amalia - not in general, just in this moment, when he isn't ready to have the conversation either. But at the same time, they need this as much as they need not to do this, and he lets out a shaky sigh as he hears Amalia out.
And he can't respond, even though multiple things form on his tongue. Things like no, we didn't ask for it. Things like this was supposed to be easy, like catching feelings wasn't part of this. "...I don't know what to tell you," he says quietly, feeling as if he's expected to welcome her into the trip (or into more than that). Helplessly, he glances to Remi, as if he might have more to say on the subject.
And he can't respond, even though multiple things form on his tongue. Things like no, we didn't ask for it. Things like this was supposed to be easy, like catching feelings wasn't part of this. "...I don't know what to tell you," he says quietly, feeling as if he's expected to welcome her into the trip (or into more than that). Helplessly, he glances to Remi, as if he might have more to say on the subject.
even darkness and silence
