Best-Laid Plans

R E M I The alchemist was still coming to terms with the fact that not only had he been in a relationship with another man, but that it had been a sexual relationship. The fact that he and that man were neighbours and budding friends complicated the matter infinitely, but the alchemist was trying to wrap his mind around it. Nevermind the additional levels of complexity that Sam's two bites. But standing in the dark of the temple with Sam nervously looking up at him, unsure what to say, Remi wondered if before he wouldn't simply have leaned down and kissed him, wrapped his arms around his shoulders to gently squeeze away his insecurities. But then again ... if he was the type of man capable of that, they wouldn't be having this conversation, because he would remember... "Hey—" Remi said, finding himself suddenly wanting to reach down and lift Sam's chin with his finger. Instead, he hoped that his whispered word would do the trick, so that he could gaze down into the bookmaker's eyes and trying to impart the depth of feeling and regret that curled like so much smoke inside of his chest. "I know I have said it before, but I am sorry that I lost what we had...I have looked for the mask, to see if I might bring it back to Ludo but..it is nowhere to be found. Nor the man I believe took it." With a sigh, Remi pinched the bridge of his nose finding himself already off-topic. "Would you still want to? To travel with me as we are now? Or ... " Rather helplessly, the alchemist shrugged.