even as i wander

for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul

Perhaps it's precisely because it's literally his mind running away with him, that Ronin's fingers on his hip and roaming up his chest make Remi's vision temporarily go rather blurry at the edges. He wouldn't go so far to say he's seeing stars, but he's certainly seeing one. "You poor thing." Remi hums, lowering himself that he might continue to lament Ronin's awful situation through kisses against his husband's collar bones.

It's only Ronin's tone of voice and the wine-stained mulberry of his emotions that stills Remi's mind from taking the pressure on his hip and running with it. "You've got an entire city to distract yourself with...but I've Mateo and Ianto." Remi's bubble was smaller to be sure, but it was more genuine. All the flashy things and fleeting pleasures from sex and alcohol couldn't compare to being able to hear their son's laughs (and cries). Even Ianto, temptation though he was, was more of a comfort than he was a nuisance.

'Well, then start pulling off those petals." With his legs easily supporting his weight, Remi hovers over Ronin that he might use both hands to cup the Star's face. "And I'll see what there is to be done about the goddess. Hopefully we can meet in the middle."