The Voice had repaired his face and so Sam knew he'd have to go home eventually, even though the day felt horribly unfinished and shattered. No resolution to his fight with Remi, no happy ending, no continued exploration in Torchline for the time being. Just going back home, probably to lay in bed and torment himself about things he should have said into oblivion once again.
Great.
Sam was beginning to find he actually had something rather angry and bitter inside him, when enough happened for him to access it. Before he actually arrived home he went to the Atheneum and wrote out a Notice about the Voice's portals, deciding to use his grumpy energy to gather the courage to post it. As he did, he almost felt like adding 'and honestly you should all say thank you to us' on the end, but just about resisted. Time to walk back to the Domiciles.
Mia squeaked around his feet but he ignored her, pulling himself together enough to make a cup of tea before sitting on the couch and staring ahead at the wall, blinking back tears borne of both anger and sorrow. It seemed no matter what, everything was determined to be difficult. Curling up, he hoped Nate might come back soon, so he could at least find some comfort at the end of the day.
Samuel
I want you so badly
But you could be anyone
