Taking Different Roads

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — "You are not the first, no, but I also suspect you would not be the first to find it difficult." Sam said gently. He often downplayed his own struggles with the excuse I'm sure others have had it worse, or done this before, and he knew it only ended in feeling invalidated and sadder than before. Still, he admired Remi's desire to do things by himself and did not push his help further. "Alright. Just know I am always here. Um.." He fished the little rock out of his pocket that Remi had given him, green and signalling things were alright (rather ironically, he thought). "This...warning system that you gave me...could you still even use it? If you can't see it, perhaps you could give it to somebody who may better put it to use. I would not want to selfishly keep hold of something so useful." It was a slightly painful offer to make, Sam wanting to hold onto all gifts he received tightly, especially those from Remi, but such a thing could likely be put to better use if it could no longer be used to call Remi. — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.