i will be coming back
"As long as you don't want to," Ronin mumbles thickly, trying and failing for a laugh and letting his fingers thread through Remi's, giving his cold hand a gentle squeeze. "I'll carry you home," he vows, pressing another kiss to the alchemist's knuckles and managing a wobbly sort of smile down to him. "It's not so far, right?" Remi reaches for him, and Ronin is there to catch his hand when it falls, pressing it to his cheek where he intended for it to land.
"I nearly killed you," he whispers. "You didn't do that - I did. If I hadn't woken up when I did or if I'd hurt you more, then..." Shaking his head, Ronin can only press his eyes shut in shame. "I'll never forgive myself," he mutters, and he means it. If he could swallow down the past day and never look at it again, he would. But his conscience makes him examine it in detail, and it will for nights and nights to come.
"What was I?" he mumbles, as if his mind hasn't yet fully comprehended all that has happened.
"I nearly killed you," he whispers. "You didn't do that - I did. If I hadn't woken up when I did or if I'd hurt you more, then..." Shaking his head, Ronin can only press his eyes shut in shame. "I'll never forgive myself," he mutters, and he means it. If he could swallow down the past day and never look at it again, he would. But his conscience makes him examine it in detail, and it will for nights and nights to come.
"What was I?" he mumbles, as if his mind hasn't yet fully comprehended all that has happened.
in a phrase to cut these lips
i love you
RONIN
