[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 As Sam spoke his name, wearily but obediently the alchemist dropped the hand away from his eyes to stare at the man seated so close—and yet so indescribably far—from him. Remi nodded knowing that it would not take Sam's enhanced senses to pick up the gesture subtle as it was. For a long moment Remi was unable to find or meet Sam's searching gaze. It would reveal something too true, or worse than that, it would reveal nothing at all. Though Remi wore his broken heart on his sleeves—his face, the floor—without the right contexdt Sam had already proven himself incapable of understanding. Which was expected, of course. Still, that softened nothing about it. Eventually though, Remi did look up and across; shattered sea-glass green into misty unremembered blue. "Yes." He whispered softly. When these weary days, when these days are through I'll be working my way back to you