For Science

remi The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do "If you could just..ah, hold it like so—" Remi said, his fingers raising and then pausing. Glancing awkwardly up at Sam, the alchemist laughed suddenly looking flustered as his hands reached out to demonstrate how he wanted Sam to hold the cube: palm up, arm extended. "Do not...not try to do anything. Alright?" He said, before giving himself a very obvious mental check that said stop being so stupid, as he took a breath. Reaching his fingers out, they pushed against Sam's hand. It was nothing really, not an intimate touch by any means. But much in the way Sam had remembered their second kiss, Remi was very aware of the fact that this was the second time he'd willingly touched the man. Pushing against his freckled skin, Remi found Sam's arm absolutely immovable. "Amazing." He whispered to himself, glancing up at Sam with a small and intrigued sort of smile, before his eyes moved back to the cube.