I will fight the end
"Oh, obviously. Bluebloods couldn't die just any old death. It had to be a fancy one," Ronin says dryly, though that's about the extent of the humour he can come up with right now. Reaching up to absently smooth Remi's curls out of his face (ignoring how unruly they still are, and how it's worse now that they're drying off again). "Then imagine her here," he suggests with a softer smile. "I bet she would have loved Mateo. And your shop - a herbalist would fit right in."
Following Remi's gaze towards the pillows, Ronin nods and unwraps them from the blankets just enough that they might be able to wriggle back and discard their towels and get comfortable. "I won't apologise for telling you the truth, even if it makes things more difficult," he informs his husband with a haughty sniff, before flopping back against the pillows and stretching out an arm for Remi to come and fit himself in wherever he likes.
"Hmm...? I think he would love that," the Star says, blue eyes alight with pride at the thought that their son could take something that had caused so much pain and make it brighter again. "Though if you insist on chattering to each other when I can't understand, at least bring me a snack or something to keep me busy."
Following Remi's gaze towards the pillows, Ronin nods and unwraps them from the blankets just enough that they might be able to wriggle back and discard their towels and get comfortable. "I won't apologise for telling you the truth, even if it makes things more difficult," he informs his husband with a haughty sniff, before flopping back against the pillows and stretching out an arm for Remi to come and fit himself in wherever he likes.
"Hmm...? I think he would love that," the Star says, blue eyes alight with pride at the thought that their son could take something that had caused so much pain and make it brighter again. "Though if you insist on chattering to each other when I can't understand, at least bring me a snack or something to keep me busy."
'til the end is here
