This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
Puzzling across at her, Remi looks up as she begins speaking. Her confusion, her posture, every word she says needles into parts of him already bruised and bloody. "Are you not my best friend anymore..?" His question is meant to answer all of hers, sadly but genuinely asked as it is. What he expects her to say. What he thought she would or wouldn't dot dot dot. Why it was hard. This was not the reaction from the woman he'd believed when she said that she was still his best friend. That things would be fine.
But if she wasn't and things weren't, then perhaps she was right. He didn't owe her an explanation or an apology, and she didn't owe him time out of her day. Feathering his jaw for a moment, Remi shakes his head a few times as if convincing himself of something, before raising his eyes. "Sorry...nevermind." He mumbles, shoulders sagging as he forces his lips in an up in a smile that's half-hearted at best.
But if she wasn't and things weren't, then perhaps she was right. He didn't owe her an explanation or an apology, and she didn't owe him time out of her day. Feathering his jaw for a moment, Remi shakes his head a few times as if convincing himself of something, before raising his eyes. "Sorry...nevermind." He mumbles, shoulders sagging as he forces his lips in an up in a smile that's half-hearted at best.
REMI
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
