Call it what you want

Remi was shocked by the sudden plummeting feeling of disappointment that coursed through him as Sam declined. Or at least sounded as though he was declining. Without knowing much about the man it was hard for the alchemist to discern what was his normal state of uncertainty and what was genuine ambivalence. That, and without any prior situations that even came close to this, Remi truly didn't know what his limits were in terms of blood capacity he could lose. Or Sam's. As the man's hand slid down from his shoulder, Remi's eyes raised slightly, fluttering against a non-existent breeze. He hadn't felt anything in so long... —And Loren was... —and Ianto was..? —but Sam was here... "Do it again.." Remi whispered, voice low and husky. Pleading. Desperate. His fingers rifled passed Sam's jacket and shirt to the skin of his lower back, pulling him closer.   "Please—" REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times