"So I have been told." Remi replied with a distant shrug. It made him feel strange to have so many negative opinions about Loren, given how deeply he'd apparently loved the man. Was everyone else wrong about him? Or had Remi been?
Watching the hollows of smoke waft upwards, Remi couldn't help but chuckle appreciatively. Quickly though the smirk dropped into something awkward, perhaps a bit curious, but alltogether uncertain. "Ah. Well.." He stuttered, finding breathing suddenly taking quite a bit of focus as he felt his cheeks colouring once again.
Reaching to take the pipe, Remi regarded it for a moment. Smelling it, he quirked a pointed and telling brow at the fox, but inhaled deeply on it just the same. Letting the smoke fill his mouth for a moment, he exhaled a warm breath creating an uninteresting cloud of smoke.
"Fae?" The alchemist murmured, his lips still partially wrapped around the stem of the pipe. Frowning at Ianto's tone, Remi tilted his head softly to encourage his once-friend to continue. Had he his memories of Ianto, he likely would have been a good deal more worried about him given the bargains he'd made in the past. Even without them though, the altogether sunny and caring nature that was still within Remi, buried under the ash and debris as it was, still wished he might have been able to help in some way.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
