RONIN
"I love you too," Ronin whispers in return, pressing numb lips to his husband's curls before nodding and letting him go so they can trudge towards the houseboat. Whilst Remi busies himself fetching the wood (and the Huntsman has definitely noticed that the other man has said he's alright physically, and that he hasn't made a dirty joke), Ronin sets the kettle onto the stove and peels off his own wet clothes.
By the time the Lullaby steps into the boat as well, there's a small fire already going, but the wood he's bringing will definitely help to stoke it, and Ronin is also standing in his underwear. "Oh? Well, shit. There's some tarp here somewhere, I'll go out and cover it now," he grumbles, though he of course does none of that. Instead, he slinks over to try and worm his arms beneath the blanket wrapped around his husband to resume their hug.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks softly.
By the time the Lullaby steps into the boat as well, there's a small fire already going, but the wood he's bringing will definitely help to stoke it, and Ronin is also standing in his underwear. "Oh? Well, shit. There's some tarp here somewhere, I'll go out and cover it now," he grumbles, though he of course does none of that. Instead, he slinks over to try and worm his arms beneath the blanket wrapped around his husband to resume their hug.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks softly.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
