would that I could

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

'Ah.' Remi nods his understanding at that, falling silent as she continues her examination. Looking up into the corners of the room to distract his mind from fabricating things that didn't exist between them—couldn't exist, anyway, outside of the room—trying not to let himself wallow as Ronin had mentioned he had a tendency to do.

Bringing the cup to his lips and swallowing the contents in a quick tilt of his head, Remi holds onto the cup with agitated fingers that pinch at the paper walls. Glancing at Isla as she takes his hands (setting the cup aside), the alchemist slumps slightly as his fingers close around hers. 'I made a mess of that.' He says with a dry puff of hollow laughter. "What I mean to say, is thank you. For what you let me do. For what you stopped me from doing. For being with me in ways I...didn't know I needed." Then, slyly and sheepishly both, he adds: "Or wanted."

Biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from looking at all proud that he'd been something pleasurable for Isla and not just a menace, Remi snorts and offers the medic a crooked smile. "And if I want it to be weird?"