Pretend this is real for a while

R E M I Biting his lip, Remi found himself relieving the same argument he'd had with himself in the cave, albeit without any of the complicated sexual responses he'd been experiencing then. "But if he had never been with anyone before...and if he was similarly flooded with...well, whatever that was...was how he felt—how I felt—even real?" Hearing it called a survival mechanism over and over made the alchemist want to distance himself from whatever it was he'd felt at the time. Now he understood a bit about why Sam had sounded so guilty when he spoke of it, or when he'd asked Remi's permission. "No I suppose not. It is rather clever. In Northaven I could not imagine being a bloodbag. But..." Running a hand through his hair, cheeks flushing, the alchemist shrugged and swallowed. "I suppose I can see why one would willingly offer here."