On this winter's night with you

Sam's words made Remi's heart clench in ways which were impossible to describe. With the man nestled so close, Remi was consumed with uncertainty; a war of happiness and misery constantly waging battle inside of himself. And, stupidly, Remi let it, as if the outcome was out of his control. As if it wasn't entirely up to him to draw Sam close and tell him how he felt about the bookmaker, how he'd said I love you too fast before and how he was still wounded from it, and yet how the words buzzed on his lips just the same; or to pull back, explain why he couldn't do this, how Loren's eyes met him everywhere he turned, and how often he thought of returning to the library in hopes of seeing the magician again. And so he did neither, and let himself be soothed by the kind-hearted bookmaker. Remi couldn't help the way he leaned after Sam even as he pulled away. He just wanted to drown in the feeling of his lips and tongue pressed against Sam's, and so as the subject of monsters was revisited, Remi sighed and leaned his head against Sam's shoulder. "With so many in here? Somehow I doubt that. Even were we quiet, blood has been spilled. They know we are here." Gently Remi ran his hand up and down Sam's side gently, watching as his knuckles were raised and then kissed with a small smile. "A difference of opinion?" He repeated with a slight shake of his head. Yes, he supposed he had experienced that with Jigano as well. "I hope you do. He values your friendship quite a bit, I believe." Raising his head—the spot immediately filled with Sam's own against his shoulder—Remi glanced down towards the shiny sea of copper. Exhaling a warm breath against Sam's hair, Remi laid his cheek against it and hugged the man closer. "Stuck with you, hmm?" The alchemist mused, a smile on his lips and colouring his words. "That sounds terrible." He joked, leaning back slightly so he could flutter kisses softly against Sam's forehead and the bridge of his nose. R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space