the baffled king composing hallelujah
"Yes, I am," Ronin agrees. "But you put up with me, for reasons even I don't fully understand sometimes." Still, he's grinning sunnily across at his friend and his son, Mateo completely blanking them both now in lieu of enjoying his meal. And he softens, as Jata continues, Ronin rubbing at the back of his head and relaxing further into the couch. "Thanks. It's... not something Remi and I ever expected to have again. Never mind together," he admits. After Aoife, it had been difficult to say the least.
"How does it feel, anyway, being Governor now? Is it everything you wanted it to be?" He's grinning all over again now, only to glance down to Mateo and nod at the Flood encouragingly. "He's just about done, I think. You sure you don't want to do the next part too? You're doing so well." His exaggerated wink suggests that he knows he's walking on thin ice.
"How does it feel, anyway, being Governor now? Is it everything you wanted it to be?" He's grinning all over again now, only to glance down to Mateo and nod at the Flood encouragingly. "He's just about done, I think. You sure you don't want to do the next part too? You're doing so well." His exaggerated wink suggests that he knows he's walking on thin ice.
