Taking Different Roads

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — Perhaps unsurprisingly, Remi's initial reaction was defensiveness. Sam tried not to look worried or scared (not that it would have mattered, ultimately) and listen, trying to remind himself that friends were allowed to disagree and talk and it did not mean anyone hated him. Because...he still disagreed, especially with Remi's rather lackluster defense. "A few days is a rather long time and...I'm sorry, but. In the circumstances I would not much care how much he liked the city. I have done things I do not like for the people I love and I know you have too. Doesn't it hurt you that he hasn't visited yet?" Sam did not intend for his words to be painful, speaking honestly and concernedly, clutching his tea (which he had not yet drinken a drop of). — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.