Call it what you want

As Sam pulled away, a crumpled look on his face, the alchemist didn't need to be an expert in reading body language to know that it hadn't worked. Was it simply not enough? Or was it that it needed to be pumping in order to be effective..? All Remi knew was that there was a method that they both knew would work for sure. Remi too ran a hand over his eyes and sighed as he leaned back against the cave wall. Could he stand to lose another bit of blood and still have the energy to fly out? Probably. Would it be good for either of them though? Opening his eyes to look at Sam and the frustration and the something else he couldn't quite name pooling on his cheeks and in the corners of his eyes, Remi thought that no, it certainly wouldn't. For his part, he couldn't imagine again being thrust into the throws of such a totality of pleasure that he was helpless to do anything about. But he'd not leave Sam here. "We would be in the same situation if I left and came back. Flying up from here is the only way I can think to leave.." Taking a steadying breath, Remi reached out for Sam's shoulder if the man would allow, trying to bring his gaze back towards the alchemist and not the open mouth of the cave. "It is okay Sam." Remi whispered, swallowing down the anxiety and adrenaline that had seemingly formed a ball in the back of his throat. "I might just need a moment after...so maybe wait for me to change this time." His lips curled up a smile at this, though quickly disappeared as he took a shaky breath. REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times