whiskey, smoke and aces high

It's too bad. When did it get cool to be so sad? We're spinnin' backwards, did we all go mad?
Yeah, we're only human but w?'ve got hands and hearts and noses,
So stop and sm?ll the fucking roses

Looking at himself in the mirror, Remi frowns and bites at the inside of his cheek, focusing on the way it changes his face instead of thinking about the man he's left naked just a few feet away. It's stupid to be this upset because of something this one-night-stand(probably) has said, but he is. He hasn't come here to be mocked by some asshole trying to figure out his sexuality. There were threads on Reddit for that, he was sure.

Hey. Tilting his head over his shoulder and eyeing the closed door, Remi frowns and stills as he listens.

Opening the door, the musician leans against the doorframe like he owns the place, his gaze slightly wounded, but understanding. "I get it." Remi says as he exhales; apparently it's naked share-your-feelings-time. "If I do the one-night stand thing, I don't do the talking thing. And if I do the talking thing, I don't tend to do the one-night stand thing." He admits, reaching around to turn off the tap as he ruffles a hand through his curls.

"This is..." Tugging in a breath, Remi presses his fingers together as he bobs his wrist in a gesture that's painfully Italian. "I am not great when it is in-between."

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