For Science

SAMUEL Sam had never considered the stars, having never known any other constellations than the ones he had always grown up with. He always accepted that Outlanders came from another world, but it was such an obvious showing of it made him pause, think. Was it possible for Remi for go back? To be dragged away to a place so far away that Sam could never hope to follow? Where even the sky could not unite them? He was dragged from his melancholy (though would certainly return to it later) as Remi joked about his 'urge to be particularly gentlemanly'. Sam smiled and pushed back his hair, pouted his lips to look just as snobby as his parents and their friends had in his childhood. "I know." Sam said of the scars on Remi's ribs as he returned to his normal self, realising too late the blatant acknowledgement of them seeing each other's bodies would likely make the other man uncomfortable. Smiling he shrugged. "I am glad I could help, though I must admit it was partly my fault you were so hurt. You made a...dirt ceiling over us and I...well, I thought you were trying to bury us early." The last part was said as a whisper, Sam's voice clearly shaking. "...I knocked it down." I'm starting to heal and find some faith I'm starting to feel what's out of place Don't need you to save me, I can't wait To fall, to fail and start again