RONIN
Ronin doesn't snarl or growl or squeak (thank fuck), but he definitely holds his breath as Remi's freezing hands and feet go roaming across his body. "It's fine," he grates out eventually, "I was feeling too warm anyway from where the coffee fell in my lap." If he says it enough, it'll be true right? Right? Grumbling a note of agreement that becomes much more like a purr as the kiss is pressed against his throat, his hand splays against Remi's lower back now, to keep him clasped close.
"It's okay not to be over it," he murmurs. "And while I can't just... never see my friend, at least I can keep that in mind now that I know. Now that we both know." Smiling against the Lullaby's curls, Ronin shifts a little so he might properly tangle himself up with the other man.
"Are you suggesting that we need to open up your friend group again?" he asks. "Because I bet there are a bunch of people in the Greatwood you could go and hang out with. Or do we need to invite Ianto over?"
"It's okay not to be over it," he murmurs. "And while I can't just... never see my friend, at least I can keep that in mind now that I know. Now that we both know." Smiling against the Lullaby's curls, Ronin shifts a little so he might properly tangle himself up with the other man.
"Are you suggesting that we need to open up your friend group again?" he asks. "Because I bet there are a bunch of people in the Greatwood you could go and hang out with. Or do we need to invite Ianto over?"
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
