the wounds are open and bleeding out
Ronin hums his agreement, soaking up the affection and sympathy and letting his subconscious all but drown in it, like it might recharge the parts of him that miss Remi the most. It will last for as long as the dream does, and honestly? That's enough right now, Ronin turning his head to kiss the inside of Remi's wrist and huffing out a long sigh, eyes closing for a moment or two.
"How is Mateo?" he asks, almost nervous about it. He's always nervous about asking after their son, knowing that whatever Remi says, it's only a fraction of the changes he know will have come over the boy since Ronin saw him last.
Still, he can always count on his husband to draw a smile out of him, Ronin blinking back up at the Lullaby and nodding. "It's a deal," he says quietly. "I'll make sure I pull the rest of those petals in the next couple of days."
"How is Mateo?" he asks, almost nervous about it. He's always nervous about asking after their son, knowing that whatever Remi says, it's only a fraction of the changes he know will have come over the boy since Ronin saw him last.
Still, he can always count on his husband to draw a smile out of him, Ronin blinking back up at the Lullaby and nodding. "It's a deal," he says quietly. "I'll make sure I pull the rest of those petals in the next couple of days."
THE
DARK STAR
