don't call it black and white

i've got a river for a soul

Sunlight streams through the windows into their little kitchen painting it in happy sunlit tones that the alchemist tries to block out by pressing his fingertips to his eyes. Having changed into only sweatpants, he waits by the kettle for the water to boil, muttering under his breath. "I just...it is like I do not have the right words for what I am feeling." He admits eventually, letting his hands flop toward his sides before reconsidering and folding them across his chest instead.

"It...it feels like a loss, but every time I try to describe it, it feels like I am just whining because I cannot have sex with her anymore. And that isn't it." It was, partially, but that didn't encompass it properly. "And now I just feel like an asshole for being upset, but...at least when most relationships end you sort of have an idea it is coming. This was just..." Remi makes a gesture like a rug being pulled before his palms press against the counter and his fingertips fidget against the ledge.

even my darkness shines for you

"Given everything you two are and were to each other, I'd be more surprised if you did have words for it." Ronin reaches into the cupboard to draw out two mugs, setting them down while they wait for the water to boil. The Star has evidently just woken up by his bedhead and the sweats that sit low on his hips, the sun lending his tanned skin a warm glow. As Remi's hands press to the counter, Ronin sidles up behind him to slip his arms around his waist.

"I imagine it almost feels like you weren't good enough, if she found someone else. Or like you were replaced." It's a guess, but it's as much as Ronin can give to start to try and peel away the layers of what has his husband so tangled up in knots. "It's okay to be upset, though, and it doesn't make you an asshole. It just makes you human - sorry." He smiles, dropping a kiss onto Remi's shoulder.

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