this is me trying

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "Sorry," Ronin whispers in return - and it's the first time he thinks he's ever heard something like that from his husband. The Star gives it all the reverence it deserves, pressing a final, feather light kiss to Remi's bruised cheek before letting out a soft sigh and settling atop the other man. He's content to be Remi's blanket, though a quiet and muffled groan of appreciation makes its way out where his head rests against Remi's shoulder. The fingers that stretch and trace along the length of his back do very little to get rid of the problem now sandwiched between them, nnot that Ronin would change it for the world. Even so, the groan becomes something of a dark little chuckle - clearly he would have the letter do more than scream at the recipient. If it were up to Ronin, it would likely punch Nate in the face on his behalf. He peeks up at Remi to see what he makes of the situation, his expression softening to hear it laid out in such logical terms. Ronin nods his understanding, relishing the heat rolling off the other man and the way they warm the bed together. "Do you want to be the one to contact him, then?" he wonders. "Honestly, I'm not all that sure I trust myself to be diplomatic. But I'll try, for you."