I swear I never dream that we're alone
Ronin won't begrudge Sunjata someone to lean on, and though his anger still burns bright, flaring out of him in bursts of starlight, he has come back to himself enough remember what Remi had told him. "You did fuck up. You know it, at least," he mutters, letting an arm move around the other man and heaving out a sigh that has even his clothes feeling more weighty with the rain. "Want to come with me? I'll treat you to a nice, cold glass of water," he offers, nosing down the street and away from the Halenani.
"Might be a good idea to sober you up before you decide to go home. Who is looking after her right now?" he wonders, and if Sunjata doesn't object, Ronin will start to walk them across the cobbles, his arm still firm around the Flood.
"Might be a good idea to sober you up before you decide to go home. Who is looking after her right now?" he wonders, and if Sunjata doesn't object, Ronin will start to walk them across the cobbles, his arm still firm around the Flood.
the dark star
