wonder what's next

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "I mean, sort of?" Ronin pouts, though it melts away as he's tucked so snugly into the couch. "At least that way I'm more likely not to feel it because of the adrenaline." Working an arm free of the blankets, Ronin lets it snake over Remi's shoulder and across his chest, half hugging the alchemist even if it's more into the couch than against him. "Listen," he says, "if I can't be a weakling with my husband, then where else can I be one?" Smiling softly and letting himself drink in the new state of the apartment, eventually he sighs and lets his fingers draw gentle patterns over the other man's chest. "So," he says quietly, "are we going to be hosting any secret leader meetings in the future? Because I believe there's quite a lot I could offer the Greatwood."