Rebuilding What Was Lost

The alchemist shook his head. "No, only what Vai mentioned, which..was not much." However as Sam said that Ianto had been more than a friend, Remi's teeth grit against one another as his hand balled into a fist. "I have—" He began, then chomped down sickly on the words. I've been with more than one man? The idea was so inconceivable that the alchemist almost wanted to laugh. Indeed, as he drew his knees almost protectively against his chest, he did sort of utter a dark chuckle as he shook his head. "Yes. That makes sense I suppose ... that way if no one ever filled me in, I would never know. Even now, I suppose I have no way of knowing just how much I have lost." He murmured, wrapping his arms around his shins and leaning his chin against his knees. Rather than whatever brave and capable figure Sam thought he knew, Remi looked very young and uncertain. For all that the bookmaker might have hated about the men in his past, they had done so much to make Remi the man that he was. Or, had been, rather. Glancing over uncertainly, Remi smiled gently as he nodded. There was likely more to it than just what the bookmaker was saying. Speaking to someone couldn't be that amazing of a task after all. Again, the alchemist shook his head, flinching as Sam mentioned that he'd been staying over. "No. Well, yes. I remember sleeping in the alcove. I made a rough bed there for Ronin and I to sit after he'd come in to tell us about Vanya. And since it was already there, I stayed. " Another nervous glance was hastened towards Sam. They had stayed there? Together? In the open? Two men in— —with a dizzy sort of moan, Remi ran his hands through his hair and nodded for Sam to continue. 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