I swear I still believe but I don't know
"Or the Cordillera," Ronin agrees, smiling softly and shifting to lay back properly and let Remi half drape himself across him. His fingers tease through curls drying with seasalt in them, drifting down to a stubbled chin and a strong shoulder. "I love you too," he says, riding the words out on a sleepy sigh and waiting patiently for the alchemist to drop the next heavy conversation.
And he doesn't have to wait long, though Ronin doesn't seem quite as perturbed about it, his fingertips drawing absent patterns along Remi's bicep. "Well, unless Hotaru gets in trouble, I imagine the twins would go and stay with her," he murmurs. It's not about his preference in this - it's just what he figured would happen.
The Greatwood and the war are different, of course - Remi is a leader of one and Ronin is bound to the other through the Order. He doesn't expect Remi to pick up any slack for him should he be out of commission. As for the rest, though - what's allowed or not... he can only gently shrug his shoulders. "As long as you aren't dead for good, I have no intention of climbing into anyone else's bed. If that's what you mean," he mumbles.
And he doesn't have to wait long, though Ronin doesn't seem quite as perturbed about it, his fingertips drawing absent patterns along Remi's bicep. "Well, unless Hotaru gets in trouble, I imagine the twins would go and stay with her," he murmurs. It's not about his preference in this - it's just what he figured would happen.
The Greatwood and the war are different, of course - Remi is a leader of one and Ronin is bound to the other through the Order. He doesn't expect Remi to pick up any slack for him should he be out of commission. As for the rest, though - what's allowed or not... he can only gently shrug his shoulders. "As long as you aren't dead for good, I have no intention of climbing into anyone else's bed. If that's what you mean," he mumbles.
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