Best-Laid Plans

R E M I For a moment, Remi chuckled adoringly down at Sam as he shook his head. "I meant other than you." He whispered, the edge of his lips curling sweetly into a smile. And whether or not Sam did or didn't know it, it was in fact true. However the relaxation and tension-respite that his laughter had afforded him disappeared as Sam's hand gently touched the side of his jaw. Taut beneath Sam's feather-light touch, Remi merely looked down uncertainly at the bookmaker as if bound somehow by him, despite the overwhelming physical evidence that suggested Sam could do no such thing. "I—" Remi's heart raced in his chest and he became all too aware of just how close Sam was actually standing to him...or...that he was standing to Sam? Blood roared in his ears and at his sides his fingers retracted into his palm as if somehow that would help. Aware that he was talking too long to answer, Remi licked his lips slightly and swallowed, for his lips and mouth had become painfully dry. But then would Sam think that he'd moistened them as an answer? An answer in the affirmative? "I—" He stammered again, the roses in his cheeks flushing brightly as Remi's gaze helplessly searched Sams. Yes ? No? Why not? He didn't know, he didn't know, and so instead of saying anything, he just lowered his chin, eyes falling somewhere low on Sam's shirt, taking the cowardly way out by saying nothing at all.