[Training] a pocket full of mumbles

Remi doesn't ask what the gesture means. He didn't necessarily think his once-friend was capable of that sort of violence, but then...Phoebe did always sort of do what she wanted. "Mm, I bet. She came to see me you know. One of the first to track Ronin and I down here." Taking a long drag on his cigarette, the embers leaving behind a psylo of grey, Remi eventually exhaled and shook his head. "Something about your wedding and the bar I think?" His voice sounded entirely dull at the mention of whatever drama Phoebe had tried to impart on him. "Probably for the best, yeah." He replies with a grin, extending his glass. "I remember the first time...thinking it would be like any other drug in that the first time was always the best." Running his wrist across his forehead to brush away his curls, the alchemist seemed to give himself an unimpressed snort. "Except..it isn't like that. It's always just as good." This was said gravely, like some thinly held secret which, in a way, is precisely what it was. It was just one that they both knew. R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space