I will fight the end
It's been a long time since I heard you speak like that, as well, is what Ronin wants to say, hearing the subtle shift in his husband's voice as clear as if they'd just stepped back onto the streets of Northaven. He doesn't say it, of course, not often knowing when to hold his tongue, but having learned to do it with Remi. Instead, Ronin sinks down onto the bed beside the Lullaby, reaching out as if to take his hand when, all at once, the room is not their bedroom any more.
The memory, so heartbreakingly clear after all this time that the Star knows it has to be one that has stuck with Remi, has him simultaneously trying to take it all in but also wanting to focus on the only real thing in all of this - his husband. "It was...?" He's chewing the inside of his cheek as well, wanting to linger here and look at it a little more (maybe selfishly so) when it's just all... gone.
"I know she meant a lot to you... but you don't really talk about her." It's both an invitation and an understanding in one; based on the frailty of the woman in the bed, he's not all that surprised about it.
The memory, so heartbreakingly clear after all this time that the Star knows it has to be one that has stuck with Remi, has him simultaneously trying to take it all in but also wanting to focus on the only real thing in all of this - his husband. "It was...?" He's chewing the inside of his cheek as well, wanting to linger here and look at it a little more (maybe selfishly so) when it's just all... gone.
"I know she meant a lot to you... but you don't really talk about her." It's both an invitation and an understanding in one; based on the frailty of the woman in the bed, he's not all that surprised about it.
'til the end is here
