RONIN
She'd try and grab at your feathers, then, Ronin reminds his husband with a mental grin, continuing down the riverbank at a fair pace now that he's found his balance in the snow. I did give you that terrarium, he reminds him thoughtfully. Maybe we could set it up near the boat, or inside it if there's room. That way he could keep some of his plants growing here, or bring them with him if he's worried. Would their son do that? Absolutely.
Still, he can't help but feel the twang of guilt from his husband as they speak more about Mateo, Ronin slowing to draw to a stop beside a thick copse of trees - perfect for collecting firewood. "Do you worry about him?" he asks softly as he shifts back, shrugging out of the harness and unlooping the bells left draped around his head. "That maybe he's getting too used to being by himself to deal with things?"
Still, he can't help but feel the twang of guilt from his husband as they speak more about Mateo, Ronin slowing to draw to a stop beside a thick copse of trees - perfect for collecting firewood. "Do you worry about him?" he asks softly as he shifts back, shrugging out of the harness and unlooping the bells left draped around his head. "That maybe he's getting too used to being by himself to deal with things?"
