Rebuilding What Was Lost

Remi's heart was hammering distractedly in his chest. He couldn't bring himself to look at Sam—not to really look at him anyways. What had it been like to kiss him? Had it been everything Remi had thought and hoped it would be, on those long and lonely nights he spent alone with his thoughts, back in Northaven? Anxiously Remi's fingers clenched at the muscles of his arms, as he nodded obediently. Sliding into the chair very much like a wary animal, his senses completely on alert and his posture suggesting he was ready to flee at any moment, he did indeed sit. "There was more than just—" Remi's stomach lurched unhelpfully, feeling as though it had suddenly wedged itself in his throat. Had he...oh gods, had he slept with this man? It wasn't the fact that it was Sam he had slept with (his mind was far too overwhelmed to try and consider whether or not he found Sam attractive or not), merely the fact that he'd slept with another man. Breathing in shallow bursts, Remi nodded, though he seemed anything but sure. But like Sam, he'd probably only be able to make it through this conversation once. "Sad?" The alchemist prompted, his voice gentle as he hazarded another one of those quick glances towards Sam. 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