no grave can hold my body down
Nodding gratefully, both an admission that he knows Remi is right and an acknowledgement that he'll make use of every ounce of strength and space the Lullaby can give him, Ronin leans into the soft press of his husband's fingers, feeling further tears wanting to leak down his cheeks. "It should already have been fixed," he whispers, and if Remi needs any indication of the darkness caged and broiling beneath the surface, it's there, laced in the tone of Ronin's voice.
Taking a deep breath and relaxing his hold on the other man enough for it to be considered a real embrace rather than the clinging desperation of a man on the brink, the Nova doesn't know how he manages to feel bone weary while asleep, but he does. "I love you too," he whispers, and overhead thunder begins to purr out an ominous song. "Let's keep walking. I... it's going to be a rough night, I think."
Taking a deep breath and relaxing his hold on the other man enough for it to be considered a real embrace rather than the clinging desperation of a man on the brink, the Nova doesn't know how he manages to feel bone weary while asleep, but he does. "I love you too," he whispers, and overhead thunder begins to purr out an ominous song. "Let's keep walking. I... it's going to be a rough night, I think."
