the wounds are open and bleeding out
It isn't the way the light seems to shy away from his husband, or even the disinterest or lack of expression on his face. All of those things Ronin has dealt with before, but it has been a long, long time since they weren't the exception to each other's every rule, and so as Remi brushes past him and towards the bathroom with barely a word, the Huntsman is a touch dumbstruck. "Oh--" he blurts, clicking the door shut (and locking it, for all the good it would do).
"Alright, do you..." want some help has been about to spill from his lips, before he shakes away the awkwardness and automatically moves to follow the other man. "Here, let me get the water," he murmurs, hanging the towel back up and turning on the shower.
I'll get you some clean clothes, he continues through the Attuned bond, sending a gentle pulse of love through with the words. Take as long as you need. To shower, to talk, to not talk. It won't stop Ronin from fretting internally, but he can wait as long as it takes.
"Alright, do you..." want some help has been about to spill from his lips, before he shakes away the awkwardness and automatically moves to follow the other man. "Here, let me get the water," he murmurs, hanging the towel back up and turning on the shower.
I'll get you some clean clothes, he continues through the Attuned bond, sending a gentle pulse of love through with the words. Take as long as you need. To shower, to talk, to not talk. It won't stop Ronin from fretting internally, but he can wait as long as it takes.
THE
DARK STAR
