remy.

He had to make a few mental reminders to question Sebastian about the fact he had given Blaine a key to the loft. If only because that seemed like something he should have been aware of? Remy was just going to peg the paint smeared rag onto the desk before dropping back against it. His eyes locked to the other as he soaked in the adorable sight of Blaine all but stumbling over his words.  “Sebastian has been letting you into the loft and I have’nt noticed? Well now I just feel like the worst brother.” There’s a pause at that his eyes squinting for a moment. ‘Though that does explain where all the hot water has been going.” There’s a quick shake of his long pink hair before he’s pushing off the table to cross the distance that was between them. “I’d shake your hand but I’m pretty sure I have like, nine different colors on them and you’re wearing..well, nevermind.” He waved his hand a little in the air again. Remy had the same confidence as Sebastian but it was a different tone. Sweeter somehow. He still walked around the room like he owned it. And like the world belonged to him but his words lacked that usual bite Sebastian had. “Remy Smythe. It’s a pleasure to meet you Blaine. Sebastian has talked about you a lot…And if you want to sleep. Go ahead. God forbid I distract your plans.” He pointed out, a warm smile on his face. 

Stopping just shy of the couch–Blaine lifted both hands and attempted to wave off Remy’s worry that he was seriously missing some guy freeloading in their apartment the entire time he was here.  “No!  No!  I don’t think–I’ve only taken advantage of the offer a handful of times–You probably weren’t–There’s about,” okay that was about three different sentences started and not a single one finished.  Stopping as his fingers curled towards his palms and both hands dropped to his sides–Blaine hung his head and rolled his eyes at himself. “Let’s try this again,” he mumbled and looked at Remy’s hands now that he pointed them out.  A polite smile curved the edges of his mouth when their eyes met.  “Pleasure to meet you, Remy.  It’s okay.  That’s a lovely shade of a dozen different paint smears though.”  Hearing Sebastian talked about him to Remy–a lot–sparked a streak of dread and curiosity.  Harmless dread.  The kind that makes him wonder what Sebastian said and if he wanted to know–considering.  Who knew what Remy’s brother might say about him if he wasn’t around to force him to dial it back. As much as anyone could force Sebastian to do anything he didn’t want to do. Even him.  “I promise not much of what he says is true.  If it’s anything like I’m guessing.  Care to share?  Or do I even want to know?”  Grabbing the blankets could wait.  He already asked.  Might as well hear the details.