this is me trying

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "If the sound of a glass breaking didn't wake him, I doubt a bit of light will," Ronin points out, but it's more to quip back than an actual suggestion. He's captivated by the Lullaby leaning into him, tracking the tremble of his lips and the way his fingers dance across Ronin's shoulders and down to his robe. He raises his eyebrows to feel the tug against the tie of it, and there are words ready on his lips that he doesn't really want to say. Is this wise? Are you sure? I don't know if we're ready for-- But then Remi does speak, softly and honestly, and everything about the Star relaxes. His thumb brushes against his husband's cheek, and he nods an understanding that he really doesn't need to say. No sex, just the closeness that they've been desperately missing in the time since LongNight. So, as the scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the kitchenette, Ronin's hand glides down to help loosen the tie on the robe. "I love you." He says it again; it's such a simple phrase, but it has come to stand for so much with them, and Ronin shrugs out of the silken material to let it pool on the ground around them without a thought for mess or propriety through windows. His arms slip back around Remi, drawing him against his chest, and he hisses in a breath to feel the heat rolling off his husband, the press of his skin like something from out of a dream. "Want to drink coffee in bed? Or just go back for a nap?"