Rebuilding What Was Lost

Opening the door, the alchemist was surprised to see the red-headed man standing before him. No, that wasn't right. His name was Samuel, Sam. Remi's smile was immediate and bashful, his lashes fluttering as this would-be stranger invited him over. Now. "Oh." Remi said, glancing back over his shoulder. He had been working on something, but it wasn't urgent, and though this impromptu talk filled him with a cold sort of dread, the alchemist was not the type to make excuses or lie to get out of uncomfortable situations. It was one of the reason he found himself in them so often. "Ah. Yes, of course. " He said with a nod, his lips twitching into a boyish smile as his eyes dropped. It was Ianto and Loren who'd initially broken Remi from his habit of being incapable to hold a man's gaze, and despite what he'd been told had occurred between himself and the man before him, he could remember none of it. This Remi was awkward and bashful and hyperaware of himself in relation to other men. "I will just grab a jacket—" Remi murmured, having no idea that Sam's shop was right next door. 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