the little prince

i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end

Remi's jaw feathers as he considers, feeling both the desire to defend his behaviour but also to indulge it. Not liking the way either sounds in his mind, he makes a non-commital sound in the back of his throat and merely nods, all too aware of what her hands are (and aren't) doing.

They're still close, his arms still around her, his body providing enough heat for the pair of them. She looks over her shoulder and another apology springs to Remi's lips, but it's halted there as she moves to step back. It's crushing, the distance suddenly between them, as if the alchemist has just suddenly lost out on something important.

"Ahh, sorry about that too." The apology finally burbles out, and though there is absolutely no use (or reason) to try and hide what he does next, Remi does turn slightly away from Isla to adjust his all too obvious erection. Tucked up into the waistband of his pants is better than tenting outward, but it's still an unhappy fix. Kneeling down (gods but it's uncomfortable), Remi begins to pick up the various things he knocked over.