Samuel
While Sam knew and knew keenly that Remi had been through a lot of pain in the last years, he found it hard to follow his friends reasoning. No, having friends didn't stop any of those things happening, but they helped him feel less alone after, at least at the times when he'd let them. Rather than be intimidated by all the questions he just frowned and watched Remi turn away, tried to consider what to say."Then...alright, tell me this: We arranged to come here and spend time together. We're talking and taking time to be together." He gestured to where they had been sat, the sea they were skipping stones on. "You have to at least like me a little bit for that, surely? So what does that make us if not friends?"
I drink too much coffee and I think of you often
In a city where reality has long been forgotten
