we live in a world someone else imagined
Remi's point is well and truly made, and Ronin can only let out a long sigh and flop back against the warm grass to watch his husband stomp away to the river. He tucks his arms behind his head, brows furrowing at the Lullaby's increasingly outlandish threads of thought to try and connect Nate with anything and everything to do with the fires. "I think you might have to draw me a diagram," he remarks, shuffling to sit up again as he hears Remi swishing around in the water.
Leaning his elbows on his knees, he smiles to the other man. "Then Mateo will not go anywhere near Nate," he assures him, easy as that. "I'll admit though - I can't tell if you'd like to vent about it, or if you want reassurance. Little help?" Ronin is just as willing to sit by and mmhm and yeah what a dick to Remi's irritations - he just needs to know it beforehand.
Leaning his elbows on his knees, he smiles to the other man. "Then Mateo will not go anywhere near Nate," he assures him, easy as that. "I'll admit though - I can't tell if you'd like to vent about it, or if you want reassurance. Little help?" Ronin is just as willing to sit by and mmhm and yeah what a dick to Remi's irritations - he just needs to know it beforehand.
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