Best-Laid Plans

R E M I It might have been obvious to Sam, but it certainly wasn't obvious to Remi. To give up your life for someone who cared for you in the same way you cared for them might be obvious, but Sam was only a stones-throw away from still being a stranger to the alchemist. That he'd stick with their previous plans so immediately was shocking, but perhaps not so shocking as what Sam said next. "Oh." Remi said, his held-breath shakily forming the word as he stared stupidly doiwn at Sam, long lashes fluttering over impossibly overwhelmed eyes. Colour rose to the alchemist's cheeks and even in the shadowy darkness of their corner, it formed clear roses on the apples of his cheeks. "Ahh..mm.." Remi hummed foolishly, suddenly terrible unsure what it was he normally did with his hands in situations like this, or even his body. Was he standing too straight? Would he come across as too rigid? Should he slouch? Or would Sam then think he was making a point about their respective heights and— —"Sam?" Remi whispered, "look at me?"