Make It All Better

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — "...Yes, mother." Sam lowered his head, signalling acquiescence as he had nothing else to say. He could only pray she'd hold off on hurting Remi for the moment, decide it was unwise for some tactical reason - he'd certainly keep in mind not complaining about him to her (though this time, given Remi had beaten his face in, it was sort of unfair to judge him for that he thought). The arm around his shoulder was comforting at least, especially when it came with answers about their souls in the afterlife - curiosity took over. "What...is it like? When we die and stay with you? Are we still able to think...? Is Lucas with you?" It was a lot of questions at once, but Sam spent too much time thinking about death to only have a few. — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.