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REMI ABRUZZO When these weary days, when these days are done We'll be in the sun Raising a brow, Remi grinned, a chuckle he hadn't meant to let escape bubbling over his lips. "I can almost picture it." He mused, biting at he inside of his lip as if feeling guilty at the joy the imagined memory brought. "The first day I met him he strolled naked out of the ocean ... and then ended getting stabbed on the way back to my house for lunch." Frowning, Remi shook his head. "Or maybe he was stabbed after lunch." He added as if that somehow made it better. Glancing down at Ashe, Remi smiled and shrugged. "Yes and no. I know it is silly to say, but I...I am almost reluctant to start moving on." He admitted, swallowing down the tight ball of sadness having roamed from his belly into the back his throat. "I do not want to just...be sad, but I feel guilty every time I wonder if there will be a time I wake up and do not accidentally wonder when he will come home." So saying, the alchemist sighed and leaned into Ashe knowing she would understand. When these weary days, when these days are through I'll be working my way back to you