The younger Laurent twin continued to tremble even as he was hugged, as though unsure if his sibling was just tricking him, only to hit him anyway. But the pain didn't come, and when when Aimé smiled and - what was that exactly? some kind of dance? - did whatever that was, Rémy breathed a sigh of relief, even if his arm was being jerked out of its socket, quite painfully.
Rémy smiled, pleased to see his brother so pleased. "I'm so happy you approve. I'm so sorry about everything. I missed you. I'll even move all our stuff myself, if you want, and we can leave the rest of this shit for someone else."