Sometimes love is a feather

sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man

Sam's reaction was completely unexpected. Given how dramatically the man tended to react to situations the alchemist had expected...well, far less rationality. It made sense of course, it wasn't as though Sam remembered him—now it was the alchemist who held the majority of their combined memories—but still Remi felt himself reel ever so slightly.

"Ahh, thank you." The alchemist replied, slightly bewildered and flustered as he turned in earnest towards the bookmaker, cheeks tinged slightly with pink.

"Do..you really want to know?" He asked a touch hesitantly, wondering if this was merely some gesture towards maturity that Sam didn't really feel.

sometimes love is a soft touch, or a pistol in your hand

Coding base by Sky!