Best-Laid Plans

R E M I Remi's lips formed a silent O as he looked down upon Sam as the red-haid said the word promise. Given that this was meant to be a rather...hushed? coversation, Remi was standing slightly closer than he otherwise might have liked. The last time he was this close to the bookmaker had been when Sam's hand had been on his jaw, and his lips on Remi's neck.  Sam was easy enough to read, at least for the alchemist anyways, and his tentative and worried posture made Remi similarly concerned. What might he have promised, that would make Sam react this way? Was it a vow he'd be able to keep now? Was it something his past self would have affirmed, but that he wouldn't now? And importantly, did it matter? Was he bound by the promises of his past self? However as Sam elaborated, the concern melted away, and the alchemist gazed fondly down at the man before him. "Well..." Remi began, his pale eyes searching Sam's as he tried to work out precisely how to communicate what he was thinking. Biting his lip slightly, his eyebrows moving slightly with words thought but not said outloud, finally Remi sighed quietly. "We are friends, so of course we could travel together. But..." Raising an arm, Remi ran his fingers through his curls, letting his head tilt to the side. "...but before...did you want to travel because you wanted to leave the barrier? Or..because you wanted to be with me?" This last part was far harder for the alchemist to say, and indeed his words became spaced out and his accent coated them as his eyes fell from Sams, to the freckles on the bridge of his nose, the straight line of his lips, and then finally down entirely.