making time

all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies

'Well it can't be a private sauna, or I will be accused of letting power go to my head." He absolutely wouldn't, not to his face anyway. "You wouldn't...want to have sex, with me and someone else, would you?" Remi asks suddenly, wondering if he's misinterpreted something his husband has said. They have joked about it enough in the past, what with Isla and then again with each of their duplicates, but Remi can't recall whether or not they have ever actually discussed it.

Long enough to have sex was precisely the duration the alchemist was wondering about (insert joke about them cumming quickly, here), but his curiosity fades quickly thanks to warm skin and his husband's confusion that rings like a bell of orange in his mind. "Mmmm, something like that. Frey said it was so that the world would not go without its people in the aftermath of the war." He replies with a shrug. "Though it...would allow for couples who could not have children naturally to have them." Remi adds gently. It's a sensitive subject, now more than ever. The pair having gone from 'Let me give you the family you want', to Remi inadvertently extending their family tree in the wrong direction.