when you wake

right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up

Remi nods at that. He isn't here to make Finn think deeply. Isn't here to offer leading quests down which the Spyglass might wander and find himself anew. If he could only touch Finn, Remi would know what it was the man saw when he stared down at his hands. But, bridged by a few feet was enough to render the alchemist totally ignorant of what went on behind those blue eyes.

"I didn't tell you in the hopes you'd say the same." The alchemist clarifies, through cheeks quite flushed and unhidden by fabric. "I can't even say it would be a good idea." He laughs suddenly at that, his warm breath a steamy cloud between them as he shakes his head. "No, we both know it wouldn't be." He adds, his dimples dark points of maroon now.

"But only that it's how I feel." Remi continues, his smiling fading away. "I can't look at you without..." He stalls, his mind doing precisely the thing he was trying to describe: imagining Finn's hands in his and the tangle of their combined curls. Pulling in a breath and releasing it harshly as if to scold himself, Remi glances up toward the overcast sky for a moment.

"I don't mean to keep coming back to you Finn." In reality, and in dreams. "And I don't know how to stop."

The Lullaby