Hot Date

Remi's eyes dropped to Sam's fingertips against the material of the chair, noting that while he hadn't hesitated to take Remi's hand, still he seemed hesitant now. Smiling, the alchemist's teeth tugged gently on his lower lip as he nodded. What normal people had. Remi couldn't help the way the back of his teeth found one another in a silent clench hearing that Sam thought Isla was the sender. In the back of his mind Remi could already hearing Jigano condemning him for eschewing the blame and deferring it to Isla instead. Picking up the teacup gently—despite the tension in his arms that made him very much want to shatter something—Remi breathed in the berry-scents and sighed gently. I had to, Remi. No you didn't, Remi wanted to plead. Perhaps it was just Sam's way of phrasing it, but all Remi wanted to hear from his friend just then was that it had been a choice. Not something he felt compelled to do. However the smile that washed over his face as he breathed in the tea was like the lifting of a weight or a veil from the alchemist, and absurd as it was, Remi felt the prickling of tears against the back of his eyes. "Sam.." He whispered, but he had no words to express how he felt. The mention of Isla and lions suitably broke the tension however. Laughing cheerfully, Remi took a small sip of his tea and quirked a brow at Sam. "Well, there are ways for you to turn into a lion as well." He said far too easily, forgetting the implications. With a blush, he cast a boyish glance towards Sam before averting his eyes back to his tea. "Sam.." He started again, taking a breath and holding it as he contemplated the ripples of his tea. Exhaling gently, he looked solemnly towards the bookmaker. "Isla did not write you that letter. Nor make you that band." He said, voice slow and low, eyes wary, hopeful, adoring. "I did." Voice now a whisper. An admission. A death sentence. REMI I tried to tie my heart down, board up all the windows Oh but it's too late now, I let you get too close