Taking Different Roads

REMI wish that we could go back in time, i'd be the one you thought you'd find Turning his head gently as if he could look to see the reason why Sam had asked him to stay, his fingers flexed slightly as the bookmaker reached out for his arm. Easily melding into the hug—it was not unwelcome as Remi did like physical affection, but it was also familiar—he wrapped his arms around the smaller man. Inwardly Remi's heart pulsed in his chest and for a moment uncertainty washed through him. He'd only just said that he was seeing someone else, but Sam would always be someone he had strange and complicated feelings for, and now finding him suddenly wrapped up in his arms made his thoughts grow slightly fuzzy. "Thank you, Sam." He whispered gently into the mop of coppery-red hair.