Dirty tissues, trust issues

Naked arms, his secrets still like songs I never learned Remi was making his rounds in the Rathskeller. It was really all he had to do at this point. Isla was taken care of (every now and then he'd look at the dark stone in his pocket to ensure that it was still green), Ronin was...well, awful, but at least he was eating (a bit), and Aoife was being taken care of. Vai looked tired, but cheerful all things considered. And then there was Sam... The alchemist sighed, itching his forehead against his shoulder as he continued on, picking up bottles, clearing dinner bowls and generally trying to inch back towards some semblance of order in the Rathskeller. Given how many were simply milling about it was all but impossible, but it gave Remi's addled and jagged mind something to focus on. Something that didn't revolve around the gaping hole in his heart that he could now feel with pinpoint accuracy. "Hallo again." Remi said with a surprising amount of cheer and melody in his strangely accented voice, for the bags that weighed heavily beneath his eyes and the way his shoulders sagged. He smiled brightly at Seiji, pale eyes glancing down at the cup before him with a questioning sort of glance. "Can I get you something else? More..." Looking into the cup, he narrowed his eyes slightly. Tea, was it? Honestly, there were so many smells it was hard to discern much of anything anymore.