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REMI

the alchemist

What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold

"I am too." Remi agrees with a stiff nod. "At least he is still in my life. He very nearly wasn't, so...I am glad I did not lose him altogether." He had though, in a sense. The divide between he and Ianto was obvious for anyone with eyes to see it, and for those that didn't? Well. Remi had ever been an open book about such things. Years later though, and it still hurt. It always would.

"You are, if you set aside how you feel because you do not want to inconvenience him." Remi says, head tilted slightly. But then of course everything changes, and Remi is peering out of the window with Maeve at his side. "I almost wish they would just fight it out." The alchemist says uncertainly as he turns the wedding band on his finger. He can feel Ronin's heart thundering against his skin; it wasn't over, yet. "They can hurt each other just as well with their words, in ways that do not heal, like wounds do." He adds with a sigh.

'Ah, thank you.' Remi says with a distracted sort of blush as he shrugs on the robe, tying it around his waist. Around them the monsoon continues to rage, and the Halenani groans with the force of it. Glancing up at the ceiling with a frown, Remi raises a brow as he looks back toward the Madame.

And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?

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