arms give away your need
He jumps at the sound of a voice he knows well, though it doesn't sound anything like what he's used to. Turning around, Ronin tilts his head at his husband, the grief and other complex emotions that writhe through him replaced instantly with a veil of concern. "I didn't see you there," he says a touch obviously, only now taking in the half completed bunting, the half written sign, the fact that there's no sign of their son. He blanches.
"Is everything alright?" he says, the words spilling out unbidden as he steps away from the window, backlit by moonlight. "What's happened? Is Mateo...?" Is he okay? Is he hurt, sick? Something obviously must have gone awry for the apartment to look the way it does, for Remi to look the way he does.
"Is everything alright?" he says, the words spilling out unbidden as he steps away from the window, backlit by moonlight. "What's happened? Is Mateo...?" Is he okay? Is he hurt, sick? Something obviously must have gone awry for the apartment to look the way it does, for Remi to look the way he does.
tie them up and around me
and play me as you please
RONIN
