Top of the World

In another place and time—another life really—Remi would have been stiff as a board and mortified for the entire night. Now though, if anything Remi was comforted by the hunter's cuddles even if they were a bit drunken and a bit uncomfortable on his stomach. Placing one hand behind his head and wrapping the other loosely around Ronin's shoulder's, Remi stared up at the raftered-ceiling. He'd spent the night with Ianto twice and now Ronin once (assuming they got through the night and the house didn't rudely attack them), but never Loren. Closing his eyes but not for sleep, the alchemist sighed wearily. Never in his life had he needed to know what was going on or what it was he was meant to do. Normally quite alright to simply go with the ebb and flow of what fate and the hierarchy might bring and dictate, in a world where perhaps not all the rules had been made, Remi found himself absolutely floundering. Loren, Loren, Loren... He thought with empty sadness, his heart feeling absolutely nothing. It was a long while before Remi did fall asleep, but when he finally did, it was with a small smile on his lips, his last thought of what Vanya's face might look like to come downstairs in the morning to see the two men passed out as they were. R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space