I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"Well of course we could do something about it. We'd have to be sneaky and it might start the war early, though. And we've got a lot on our plate already." Leadership, being a half decent parent to Mateo, relics, and probably a bunch of other stuff that Ronin is forgetting. But mainly what's on his plate (at least right now) is being madly, ridiculously in love with the man in his arms, the Huntsman pressing warm kisses up and behind Remi's ear.
He only stops his ministrations at the mention of the twins and their visit with Frey, Ronin raising an eyebrow and tilting his head forward to rest on Remi's shoulder, like he might be able to peek the other man's expression. "Was it an accident, or did they mean to...?" he asks softly, seeming both puzzled and weary, his arms tightening around Remi. "How did you find out?"
He only stops his ministrations at the mention of the twins and their visit with Frey, Ronin raising an eyebrow and tilting his head forward to rest on Remi's shoulder, like he might be able to peek the other man's expression. "Was it an accident, or did they mean to...?" he asks softly, seeming both puzzled and weary, his arms tightening around Remi. "How did you find out?"
RONIN
