Samuel
For a second Sam felt offended at Remi's sly question, but after a moment of thought on it he let out a quiet laugh and nodded. "...You're right. I'm sorry. I think I just find things easier if I can put them into little boxes for my brain and..." With some vague gestures before himself, he tried to communicate how his very neurotic brain worked: he failed. "...Well, I sometimes don't know I'm doing it."With all that said... "I don't think anyone was. I wasn't, and Amalia's my sister." Sam pointed out, only sounded a little affronted. It occurred to him after he said it that he wasn't sure if Remi knew, and he watched the Alchemist carefully out of the corner of his eye to see how he reacted.
I drink too much coffee and I think of you often
In a city where reality has long been forgotten
