we can't make any promises now

Space? Without being asked? With nothing of Loren's past to go off of leaving him now seemed not to be a viable solution to the alchemist. All he felt from this once-lover was a wellspring of insecurity and Remi could think of no real way of extraditing the process in a way which would leave the Launceleyn feeling anything but scorned further. Unlike the Remi of the past, this new iteration preferred to be damned for the things he did, rather than those he didn't do. Standing, for the second time in this short and strange encounter, the alchemist held his hand out for Loren. The librarian could easily get himself to his feet, but once again the gesture was more symbolic than anything else. "It always does." The alchemist agreed with far more understanding than he'd once been capable of. REMI Loving you was sunshine, but then it poured & I lost so much more than my senses 'Cause loving you had consequences