Just for now

It was that perfect sort of fluttery feeling. The one that wasn't too terribly strong, but instead waffled pleasantly in his belly, every now and then throwing warm sparks up his ribcage to settle in the back of his throat. It made him want to laugh, to reach across and press his lips against Rory's, but also to sit perfectly still and just sort of revel in the way his entire body seemed to be alight beneath Rory's gaze. Perhaps if he got up suddenly, he could offer his hand to the man to help him stand? It wasn't as though Rory would need it, but at least then he'd have it, and he could use it to pull him close and— —listening, Remi found the smile curdling on his face at the words his friend used. Swallowing down the blackened feelings of understanding, he nodded gently and encouragingly as the man continued. Remi's own father was not necessarily no-nonsense (there was a good deal of nonsense employed by Enuccio, just not the good kind), but the boy and his father were perhaps as different as two people could be. Where Remi was kind and honest, Enuccio  swindled and took whatever he could; where Remi was generous and inquisitive, his father stole and cared about little that didn't directly lead him towards the bottom of a bottle or between the thighs of a whore. "Well then I am glad to hear that he was not around." Remi said softly, his eyes rising from the sparse patch of ground he'd been focused on, to (the paleness of Rory's lips, how he was sure that the softness of them would be offset by how strong his jaw would feel beneath fingers or his palm as he—) Rory's eyes. The way his head tilted made Remi instinctively want to do the same. To mirror, to ensure that like two puzzle pieces they would fit, if only the breath of distance between them was gone... "She—" The words caught in his throat. The comfortable sea of anticipation and softly brewing desire was rapidly upset with thoughts of his mother's smiling face, and how she'd been all but skin stretched over bones the day she died. Clearing his throat, Remi looked down. Conjuring a feather in his hand, he ran the vein of it across his palm and took a breath, thinking of her laughing face and the way she smelled like cinnamon and lavender after an afternoon of baking. Even after all of these years, he still missed her dearly in a way only a boy could. "She was perfect." Remi murmured, the adoration and longing clear in his voice. "Kind and beautiful. I do not know how she ended up with someone like my father. " He concluded with a disparaging chuckle. REMI So come on, get higher, loosen my lips, faith and desire and the swing of your hips Just pull me down hard and drown me in love