I'm not a kid but I'm still young

"Hey—" He whispered softly, moving to stand nearer to Sam, one arm awkwardly outstretched as if he meant to wipe the tears he'd seen forming. But then Sam was looking down and all Remi could see was the coppery crown of hair and his hand fell silently back to his side. "I just...I am not sure I can be with anyone." Remi said in a low, almost repentant voice. Looking over his shoulder at the feather above the mantel, the alchemist bit the inside of his lip, shoulders slumping slightly. "I wanted to be with you, Sam. And I do not mean to keep bringing up what happened...I know that you are not that man...but..." Turning back towards the bookmaker, a sheen of tears had glazed over his eyes as well, the pressure uncomfortably building behind his nose and between his eyes. "I can't stop thinking about it." He continued, voice no more than a whisper, boyishly optimistic face now crumpled. "I have lost so much in my life, but that..." Remi's face twitched like he was trying not to clench his teeth and failing slightly. Running a hand up his arm (feathers subsequently bloomed in the wake of his fingers), Remi let out a hopeless sort of sigh. "...that hurt more than almost anything I can remember." Яemi But now it's happily ever never. I guess now I know better