[Seasonal Event] Boy Problems

Samuel Tell me little dear if you've only lived here, have you ever really lived at all? There was a distinctly shocked silence after he blurted out his story, which was little surprise. Sam prepared to hear Phoebe walking away, but after the expected sound of footsteps didn't come, he raised his head. She was...smiling, albeit a little awkwardly, and he relaxed just a touch. "Well. ..Um. H-he told me he didn't want to...have s-do it anymore. Because I couldn't...because I'm a-ascended and he didn't like that I couldn't...feel it. A-as much as he could. But I didn't care." His hands splayed out in his lap in his frustration in the last word. Sam's actual memory of the encounter was now getting fuzzy, too replaced with his talking about it, and he was beginning to imagine Remi obviously looking at him with disgust. "And I don't...know. Wh-what my feelings for him are. I don't...don't know him that well. But he is handsome and k-kind and he touched me, no one else has ever touched me." Sam held his fingers and bent them back and forth as he thought, absentmindedly fiddling in a way that definitely would have hurt if he had feeling. "...I have been...th-thinking of asking him to...try with me. A real relationship. Wh-where we meet and talk and maybe don't have...anything ph-physical until. We want to. But he probably d-doesn't. Want to." Sam sighed, his shoulders sinking down as he tried to make his whole posture smaller. "I'm sorry. This is...too much. For a st-stranger. I just...sometimes I start talking and I can't st-stop."