Sam
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
I find it freeing, in a way. I am always so guarded. Sam was gifted images of a man he did not know, both in a human form and in that of an eagle. Knowledge of a bond that he had never been a part of yet felt keenly, as if suddenly welcomed into a family he had not known of moments before. It seems it let you achieve some close relationships.
And of course Remi would be able to feel things from Sam across the bond. The odd flicker of hope for something undefined, not quite a crush but not quite the feelings of friendship, but something impersonal. The hope to not be alone, not the hope to be with Remi. With Sam only knowing him for this long it had not had the time to become that, not yet.
There was also shedloads of anxiety, for that was the backdrop to Sam's life.
I think sadly I might get bored. Besides, I must look after my shop and my cat. He left himself flop back onto the branch, dangling his little limbs off the edge. Sam had never been a daredevil, would have never dreamed to be so casual at such a height as a human, but here it felt easy; he knew somehow just how to balance.
He felt Remi's almost-promise, immediately understood the hesitation and disappointment he wasn't entitled to bloomed in his chest. In my diaries, I said flying with you was one of the best moments of my life. I think...tonight, I will write that this is.
