sick of running fast as I can

walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to

Remi is happy for the encounter to be what it appears: the man tripped, Remi helped him up if a touch roughly, and he went on his way. Having not really taken Amalia for one of heightened senses or instincts, he's a bit surprised to see her dark eyes bearing through the crowd straight to him. A little like a child caught slinking off with a cookie whilst the jar-lid is left unscrewed, her wave leaves little question as to whether or not she's seen him.

Straightening, for a moment Remi just stood there as if the crowd might swallow him up at any moment to end the awkwardness. It didn't though, and despite how cold Remi had grown since he and Aoife had been sliced through with ice, he wasn't a complete asshole yet.

Walking towards her, Remi wasn't sure at all what he was feeling, if anything. He had been hurt and upset that she hadn't come to see him—though she had gone to Ronin and because of how busy everyone is, that's basically the same thing as seeing him. Still, that petty grudge had faded long ago; now she was merely an acquaintance who looked incredibly out of place.

"You're a long way from home." He noted with a brow raised, folding his arms uncomfortably across his chest.