Call it what you want

Remi nodded, his head tilted towards Sam and perhaps lowered a little, if only to force the ascended to look at him so he could see that the alchemist's smile was genuine. "I would like that." He said, stifling a yawn with the back of his hand. Drawing his knees up to his chest to try and conserve some of his warmth, the alchemist tentatively let himself lean towards Sam, if the man would allow. He wasn't leaning against him entirely, just enough that their sleeves might touch in that sort of tentative is this okay? sort of manner. Though, given how Remi's hands had been all over him under an hour before this sort of hesitation seemed a bit inappropriate. But then again without the intoxicating cocktail of enzymes running through his system urging him to actions he'd never rush into, this did seem to be more or less the place the two of them ought to be at. Unaware that he was doing so, Remi's eyes fluttered closed as his body finally demanded the rest it required from all the blood that Sam had taken. An indeterminate amount of time later Grumblingly, the memory snow began to piece itself back together. For anyone witnessing the event from outside they might well think that they were watching events happen in reverse: the avalanche slowly returned back to the top of the gorge, defying gravity and reforming the precarious pyramid of snow at the top of the bone bridge that had led to this event in the first place. It was night outside by now, but even so moonlight filtered in slowly. REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times