Rebuilding What Was Lost

“No, I am alright. I..” Remi swallowed, immediately and dramatically flinching backwards as Sam’s hand brushed against his own. The alchemist was almost always hyperaware of male contact, and the casualness with which Sam’s fingers touched his own seemed only to reinforce what it was that both Sam and Vai had said so far. Running the offended hand through his hair, Remi rocked back onto his heels, his fingers curling against his skull as he sighed dimly. Doing his absolute best not to touch Sam at all as he deposited the pieces into his hands, Remi stood awkwardly, running his hands over his arms. Sam’s tone of voice made him feel sick to his stomach, the familiarity and affection making the alchemist feel as though he was drowning where he stood. Swallowing down his nausea, Remi did his best to try and rally and not look quite so shell-shocked, but it was difficult. The alchemist wasn’t terribly good at disguising his emotions. “I am sorry. I appreciate your .. “ Remi trailed off. Honesty? Candidness? Lack of judgement? “I..” Again he trailed off, his gaze skirting towards the stairs for a moment. Swallowing, he looked back to Sam, his eyes only alighting upon the bookmaker’s for a brief second before immediately dropping. REMI So come on, get higher, loosen my lips, faith and desire and the swing of your hips Just pull me down hard and drown me in love