[se] as if maybe someone could hear

cut up our losses into doable doses

ration our tears and sighs

Enjoying the fusses immensely, it was with great reluctance that the alchemist drew back with a shake of his head. "Thought about it? Yes. Would I though?" Ruffling a hand through his curls, Remi sighed. "My...stalement, truce, understanding—whatever it is with Ludo—is not one I really understand. The last thing I want is to say something stupid and have my memories taken again." He'd done that once with Frey and Remi was sure it had taken years off his life, dealing with the fallout.

'A very wise idea indeed. Must not have been yours, then.' Remi quipped with the beginnings of a smile. "What I remember best is...jam, yes. But also...the weight of her. The smell of her hair after a bath. The tension in her curls when trying to comb them with my fingers...the slowness with which she opened her eyes when she clearly didn't want to wake up from a nap.." Another shrug. "How am I to make a lantern of those things?"

Ronin's latter question was nearly just as difficult. "I have you." He replied softly, as if that was answer enough.

Remi

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