didn't think we'd ever make it
"Ah, well. Far be it for me to try and recreate something that is already picture perfect. I suppose I will just have to make you some other memories to go with it instead," Ronin murmurs, happily collapsing down onto the couch with his husband and his blanket burrito, his arms encircling him, head tilting to rest against his curls. "I love you too, and I love you more than anyone else I've been with, and I missed you all night and I'm glad you're home," he murmurs, punctuating the words with gentle kisses to Remi's hair.
"I guess if it was something new to you... and I guess you grew up around brothels. Maybe you were looking for that same kind of reassurance from when you were young?" he suggests, not that he's particularly sure himself. Ronin's fingers lace with Remi's, the Star slumping further into the cushions, and it's what the Lullaby has to say about Isla that's surprising, in truth. "Oh?" he murmurs. "What happened? Too close to blurring lines?"
"I guess if it was something new to you... and I guess you grew up around brothels. Maybe you were looking for that same kind of reassurance from when you were young?" he suggests, not that he's particularly sure himself. Ronin's fingers lace with Remi's, the Star slumping further into the cushions, and it's what the Lullaby has to say about Isla that's surprising, in truth. "Oh?" he murmurs. "What happened? Too close to blurring lines?"
this close to safety in one piece
RONIN
