run away and take me with you
Ronin's projection steps out of him to meander into the bedroom, preparing the bed and the sheets for when the two men inevitably collapse in there later. For now, though, he sheds his coat and follows Remi into the kitchen, draping it over the top of the Lullaby's garment, and moves to search the cupboards for any remnants they might be able to use for a drink. Wine is the only thing leftover, it seems, and that will have to do.
"I think the boys were aware there was something wrong, but... I wouldn't say they knew much more than that. They were more interested in themselves," he says softly, both unwilling to lie but also unable not to offer some comfort to his husband. After pouring a generous measure of wine into two glasses, Ronin abandons them on the counter and turns instead to slip his arms around Remi.
Unlike the bathroom, there is nothing immediately suggestive or sexual in the gesture; the Huntsman's fingers slip into Remi's curls, as if he can tease out the frustration and the pounding in his mind from there. "I know he does. I'm sorry I left you in there with him - we never have to do that again."
"I think the boys were aware there was something wrong, but... I wouldn't say they knew much more than that. They were more interested in themselves," he says softly, both unwilling to lie but also unable not to offer some comfort to his husband. After pouring a generous measure of wine into two glasses, Ronin abandons them on the counter and turns instead to slip his arms around Remi.
Unlike the bathroom, there is nothing immediately suggestive or sexual in the gesture; the Huntsman's fingers slip into Remi's curls, as if he can tease out the frustration and the pounding in his mind from there. "I know he does. I'm sorry I left you in there with him - we never have to do that again."
don't let go, i need your rescue
RONIN
