A line in the sand [reprise]

please just don't forget me The shit-eating grin alone should have been enough to tell Remi that Ronin knew exactly what he was trying not to do, and if that didn't do it then the glee dancing in blue eyes would hopefully get the message across. "Oh come on, Remi. What harm is an eyeful going to do now, in the grand scheme of things?" he asked, giving his friend a wet, sandy nudge in the ribs. Ronin's laughter was rich and amused, the ex-captain flopping back onto both elbows to soak in the golden sunshine, to enjoy the crash of the waves and the whisper of the sea. How long had it been, since they had seen the ocean? This, almost... it was more perfect than Ronin had ever thought it could be. He wished he had savoured it more then. "One would almost think you wanted me to be standing at attention at seeing you, Remi." Ronin opened one eye, smirking at his friend. He shrugged casually at the alchemist's quip. "It's done me a lot better than it's done you. I mean, come on. You're on a beach and I show up naked. I'd have thought you'd know exactly what to do."