Best-Laid Plans

R E M I Remi inhaled sharply but quietly as Sam's fingers immediately rose around his. He wasn't sure why he'd expects Sam's reciprocation to be just as tentative and hesitant—in fact he had all the reasons in the world to think that it would not be—and yet still he was surprised. Looking down as the slender and freckled fingers wrapped around his, Remi smiled in a sort of befuddled and simplistic delight. To say all that they had to say? Remi felt crestfallen, the smile growing on his lips stalling and then shifting downwards into a frown. He wanted so badly to have something to say to Sam, an I love you, or even an I like you, but this had all been so fast. Remi was just wrapping his mind around the idea that he was now friends with someone who was in love with him, who'd he'd had sex with, without adding in this need for feelings. He felt something of course, something nameless and small but growing, but he couldn't yet call it by any sort of name that would satisfy the book keeper. Not in the face of his possibly immanent death anyways. Remi's fingers curled slightly around Sam's, the touch fresh and inviting (for the alchemist anyways), as he tried to think. If he really was going off to die ... if there truly might not be a Remi that would come back from this quest (and indeed, from all that he and Ronin had talked about there seemed a good chance that he might not), then...then what use was his fear? What use this indecision? This hesitation that had its roots in another world? "Ask me again." Remi said, his voice the barest of whispers now, his gaze still cast downwards, his fingers tightening.