Call it what you want

Sam's fingers against the skin of his wrist temporarily stilled the way his claws flexed and dug into the   wall. Tawny fur had begun to sprout from the tops of his hands down his arms, though human skin re-emerged where the ascended touched him. Remi's sea-glass green gaze was tempered by a confused dose of disbelief as Sam indicated he did feel things, albeit in his own way. While that may have been true, there was a very specific sort of feeling that Remi had been looking to create. That was basically meant to be the culmination of the alchemist's desperate pawing and fussing.  And, having never been a selfish man in any arena of his life, even with Sam's gentle insistence that Remi could if he wanted to, it still made the alchemist feel as though he was just using the man. "Sam—" He said gently, biting at the inside of his cheek as another frustrating wave of fervor sloshed through his lower belly with such force that his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, muscles tensing. Lowering the hand from the cave wall, he placed it next to Sam's side and leaned forward, eyes opening slowly. Gently he placed his other hand against Sam's hip, looking towards the man questioningly. "Before you ascended—" At least that's what he thought it was called. "—did you ever..?" REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times