passed down like folksongs

he said "i bet you don't remember me"

Remi tries not to choke on the imagery flaring in his mind. That it should have gone from our similarities are a shape to oh, like a sex-triangle? shocked even him. What was weirdest of all, was Remi wasn't even entirely sure he was in the triangle. His place seemed somewhere separate and dark, but still it made him uncomfortable to think of Finn in such a situation, just as it did hearing he'd been a prostitute. "Let me guess, an equilateral man?" It's the best he can do amidst heat rising into his ears.

It only gets worse at what Finn says next. Such are things they've both silently agreed not to mention. Instead of saying, I find you fascinating as well, Remi just lets his eyes plummet to his hands as the heat from his ears drains into his cheeks. "Does that make you a narcissist then?" He mumbles clumsily, frowning at his fingers as he creates a feather and spins it erratically.

Sensing instantly just where the sphere landed, the Alchemist lurches forward as if there's something he might do. His fingers stretch out and then immediately clench into fists as he cringes down at Finn, knowing far too well the pain the main feels. "Fuck, sorry..I...wasn't looking."

THE ALCHEMIST

and i said, "only every other memory".