Had Sam heard he would be living with Remi a year ago, he would have been thrilled. He would have imagined it cosy, maybe a small place on the outskirts of the woods; a cottage with a fire and a warm bed. Perhaps a room for Remi to do his alchemy work in, a study of sorts, with a desk for Sam's bookmaking tools too. Little windows and homemade curtains. A box of love letters given by hand.
That was not at all what it was like now, nor was it really what he wanted. Still scared and shook up from the attack only a day prior, he walked into the guild with a bag of his things over his shoulder, holding Nate's hand. Mia followed along at his feet, chrrping curiously as she walked into the guild (and sticking close to Sam as she tried to get used to the unfamiliar smells).
Placing his bag down on a table and calling to let Remi know they had arrived, Sam sat and stared ahead at the wall, trying to make sense of it all. He was glad to be here, to have somewhere to stay and someone as good as Remi to stay with (and someone as good as Nate to be with) but he was still at the bottom of a lot of terrible 'what ifs'. "I did not think I would end up here." He said, the only outward expression of his internal confusion.
SAMUEL
I cannot believe my eyes, but I think I see a light;
You are everything I've always wanted in my life
