would that I could

i found cynicism, i found criticism
i've been zero to hero & i have been the villain

Boyish and battered, Remi tries to save the flowers, but of course he's much more keen to hug Isla. His worry melts away as her arms encircle him, and were it not for the apology he felt he owed her and the fact she was clearly working, he might have just scooped her up and tromped away with her somewhere dark and quiet.

"Ah, well, they're yours to squash." He says with a laugh, his free hand releasing her slightly if only so that he might offer her the bouquet. "They're...all flowers that close up at night." He explains with a bashful smile, shrugging his shoulders as if suddenly embarrassed by the thought he'd put into selecting them. '..it's...because you...' are an ascended and can't be out in the sun? Yes idiot, she's clever enough to have gotten that.

Feeling his lip split anew with his smile, Remi blots at it with the back of his hand, frowning at the blood. "It was...Nate." He says offhandedly with a shrug. Bruises have begun to darken around his throat, and on his stomach he'll have a lovely reminder of where the ascended's knee rocketed into his gut.