For forever and a day

laughing like children, living like lovers & I guess that's why they call it the blues. "Given I am a patient here—as I said your son did indeed save my life—we probably will still be here. The fresh air is good for me." The alchemist sang sunnily, the lilt of his accent having returned to his voice. Trying to stifle a moan of pain, Remi sat back down next to Sam, trying to keep the smile on his face as breezy as possible as he watched Sam's mother and father walk into the infirmary. Clenching his jaw slightly until they were gone from view, Remi painstakingly turned himself back towards Sam with a raised and amused brow. The two of them certainly had horrific father's in common, but at least Remi's own more or less left him to his own devices. He was too busy whoring and thieving to worry much about his offspring. Sam's though seemed to go out of his way to make his child miserable. Reaching for his friend's hand, Remi exhaled a relieved stream of air and shook his head slightly. "I am sorry if I should have...remained silent." He said in a low voice, an apologetic smile on his lips.