Reverse bear trap

remi Took a fall from a windy height, I only knew how to hold on tight & pray for love enough to last all night Ronin directs the Lullaby with all the aptness of a collie guiding a herd of sheep, and if Remi is aware that his path is being managed in this way, he gives absolutely no indication that he minds. 'Well, I tried.' Leaning into the hand fussing at his curls ever so slightly, the alchemist becomes aware that the hand he's intentionally shoved into his pocket has begun to slyly walk its way out. Shoving it back in while clearing his throat, Remi turns his attention to the workshop with all its nuanced tools and aroma of creativity. "A cradle sna-? pff." Snorting and nudging Ronin's hip with his own, Remi's cheek hollows adorably with a dimple as it's kissed. "Killed in the war, what else?" It's with a somewhat surprised look that Remi glances over his shoulder at his husband, before shrugging. "Once I had made all the bombs and weapons needed of me, I figured I would find myself on the front lines somewhere. Especially if I had not..." Clearing his throat slightly, the idea still wildly uncomfortable to him even after all these years (even though he had in fact slept with a number of women (that number being 2)), Remi sips in a breath. "...you know, gotten married and had children like we were supposed to do."