[SEASONAL EVENT] When you try your best but you don't succeed

REMI ABRUZZO When these weary days, when these days are done We'll be in the sun Remi watched Sam stumble but could make no move to assist him. His body was still coming down off of the bewildering and disorienting high that Sam's bite had always produced and he felt adrift in a sea of conflict and confusion. Remi's hand had also screwed up into a tight fist that had still not relaxed all the way, the blood lingering in his clenched palm and too-obviously elsewhere as well. Remi let his arm fall gently back to his side, not needing to look at the puncture wounds to know that it was not actually that deep and that the marks would heal quickly. Sam had always been gentle like that. With a soulfully vacant look that said that it had indeed been the same for Remi, the alchemist nodded silently as the bookmaker said he needed a moment. For his part, Remi closed his eyes, stifling down the barrage of emotions that wanted to sob from his lips. Instead he merely placed his fingers just between his eyes and sighed into the pressure. When these weary days, when these days are through I'll be working my way back to you