Rebuilding What Was Lost

Winter was over, but it was still cold. Frowning himself as he shrugged into his jacket, he quickly found out the reason why the man seem so amused. "Ah." Remi said awkwardly, clearing his voice and running his hand backwards to front through his hair. He stopped, looking up hesitantly as Sam mentioned that Remi had actually helped make the store. The alchemist's lips fell open slightly as his eyes darted away and down. "Oh." He said softly, swallowing. —Being the only one holding our mem-memories The alchemist suddenly felt drenched in icewater. There was so much to unpack there: the our that was so frightening and terrifying. In Remi's mind, he was still hiding who he was. He had to, and even if he didn't, even if this world would accept him for who he was, to not remember what it was like the first time he...he... well. To not remember the first time he anything. Was Sam his first? Had it all happened here? That would make the most sense of course. Swallowing, Remi watched as Sam easily ascended the staircase. On the one hand, knowing that the man upstairs knew things about the alchemist that Remi didn't even know himself anymore, was terrifying. No longer just a saying, there really were people who now knew Remi better than he knew himself. And just what sorts of things would he learn? Was this man the sort to lie? Could he be believed? And if he couldn't, who could? Vai of course, but there was so much she admittedly didn't know. Biting the inside of his lip hard enough to make himself wince, Remi drew a breath and followed Sam up the stairs. 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