the words

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — Sam smiled warmly at Remi's words, feeling in his chest the soft love for an old friend as he went to sit down next to him. Sitting to one side with his coat under him to protect him from the cold ground, he blew on his fingers to try and warm them. "Just to yourself...?" He looked out to the woods, thinking it an odd place to sit and discuss things with ones self. Personally, he would rather have done it somewhere with a better view, one you could get lost in, not looking at a few dense trees. "If you say so, but I feel I know you a little better than that, Remi." He said gently, nudging Remi's arm with his elbow. He didn't feel he had enough of a reason to really answer Remi's question. Shrugging, he tilted his head side to side. "I have a lot to think about. I was on a walk to try and work it out...though of course, I'm no closer to that." — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.