but you can make me a drink

remi The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do "The problem is that he deserves better than that." Remi nearly shouted without meaning to. Wincing apologetically, not that Loren would see it of course, the alchemist looked up at the ceiling before squeezing his eyes shut and releasing the breath held in the back of his throat. Had Loren been in front of him Remi definitely would have throttled him, and in so thinking, the alchemist belatedly wondered where his patience had gone. Out in the snow and the dark an insidious voice in the back of his mind chuckled. If Remi was meant to feel guilt or take responsibility that a lock he'd been ordered to make had failed, he missed it. Instead, he blanked, fingers tightening around the shell as if that would sharpen Loren's account somehow. "Loren.." Remi said in as level a voice as he could, despite the rising anxiety he felt creeping up the back of his spine and into his legs. "Are you, and everyone else currently alright?" Because, impatient or not, flustered and upset as he might be, still he cared too much to just hang upon Loren put the shell down without making sure.