Taking Different Roads

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — Sam did not feel so intensely as Remi as they embraced. He had intended it to be only a platonic comfort after all, and while he felt a sort of general anxiousness at being so close to another person, any romantic thought was purposefully banished from his mind. He couldn't let it in, couldn't afford to; not when he was trying to work on himself and his life. He stepped back and held Remi's hands for a moment, smiled even though he wouldn't see. "You're welcome. Do you have somebody to help you get home..?" — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.