sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
Sitting down and drawing one sock-less foot onto the chair so that he could wrap his arms around it, Remi smiled in an attempt to soothe and nodded. "Yes, sorry. At least, I think it is. I do not mean to make this all seem mysterious or...more than it is." Fidgeting slightly with a bit of charcoal he had spilled on his pants, Remi took another deep breath.
"I..." He began, glancing across at Sam. For a moment Remi let his gaze dip towards Mia, smiling fondly at the animal, before he looked towards the hands nestled in her fur. Part of him thought about reaching across and trying to take that hand, but he was stilled by something.
Looking back towards the stain, Remi smiled slightly, though his eyes were sad as his nimble fingers errantly brushed away the black dust. "I am seeing someone." He said slowly, his accent thickening with his discomfort, his eyes remaining on his knee for a moment, before glancing sidelong at Sam. "I...suppose I thought you should hear it from me."
"I..." He began, glancing across at Sam. For a moment Remi let his gaze dip towards Mia, smiling fondly at the animal, before he looked towards the hands nestled in her fur. Part of him thought about reaching across and trying to take that hand, but he was stilled by something.
Looking back towards the stain, Remi smiled slightly, though his eyes were sad as his nimble fingers errantly brushed away the black dust. "I am seeing someone." He said slowly, his accent thickening with his discomfort, his eyes remaining on his knee for a moment, before glancing sidelong at Sam. "I...suppose I thought you should hear it from me."
sometimes love is a soft touch, or a pistol in your hand
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
