The Disappearing Light

When Sam first heard Jigano's sharp intake of breath, he prepared himself for some kind of chiding, a telling off either for not volunteering soon enough or for thinking he could actually help in a meaningful way. Perhaps Jigano had wanted him to assist in the sidelines, in the Atheneum, reading books and making notes like he was meant to. Then there were fingertips on the back of his hand, feeling impossibly warm, and Sam pressed his lips together in a tight smile as he looked up at Jigano, nodded to acknowledge his thanks. "Alright. I...I will. I will find a way to come out in the sun, and I will try." The advice to talk to Remi made him pause in way that he knew would be noticable. "...I...suppose I could ask Remi, but we don't have..the same relationship as we once did. I'm sure he'd help, but...um.." Sam curled up on himself and shook his head. He couldn't let personal awkwardness get in the way here. "No, it doesn't matter. I will ask him if I need to, of course." Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child