Hot Date

"You can tell him that, you know. And even if you are capable of things, there is no shame in doing things at your own pace." The subtext of this was clear, or so Remi thought. The alchemist wasn't particularly sure what it was he wanted or felt in this moment, but whatever it was and whatever might happen, he'd not push Sam passed his comfort zone. If there was any chance at all that Jigano had been right about him, he'd not reinforce those notions now. Not with his friendship and potentially Sam's heart on the line. Remi watched as Sam's eyes deliberately focused on anything at all in the room that was not him, and he allowed himself a quiet smile, his eyes softly falling on the man seated next to him even as his blue-eyes scoured the room. His pale lashes, the way his hair was slowly settling back into place from where his fingers had brushed through it, the coppery and gold hair that he'd let grow against the line of his jaw. "I suppose we will have to see." Remi replied in a low voice, his smile coating the words and shaping them. "Until then, I learned something. For you, I suppose." He added with a chuckle. Picking up the feather again, he held it out for Sam to see. Twirling it between his fingers, the feather slowly became coated in a fine and thin layer of gold. " I cannot be much of an alchemist if I cannot turn things to gold, now can I?" He mused with a small grin. REMI I tried to tie my heart down, board up all the windows Oh but it's too late now, I let you get too close