like salt in the sea

BASTIEN i am the remedy to your heart, It sounded like he wasn't going to convince Deimos entirely on the benefits of using ones hands for work, but as long as the man was happy to do it for Rexanna's memorial, he didn't mind. With the base panel complete, Bastien held out a hand sideways towards the wall, trying to gauge where the shelf should be. "Do you think you could begin to build it out here? Remember you will need to build out supports as well." While Deimos worked on that he would begin to make strips of clay to place around the edge in swirls and curving lines. Glancing over at the use of the word 'probably', Bastien fought not to cringe as Deimos explained what had happened to him and Amalia; it seemed awfully soon, but even Bastien knew better than to say that. After a moment's quiet, nodding, he reached over and clapped a hand on Deimos' shoulder. "Well. Perhaps for the best; sometimes we need to hurt before we succeed. With a face and muscles like yours, I am sure there will be another love in your future." What else was there to say? I am the carbon collected. I am the printed upon your stars.