Hot Date

SAMUEL Remi seemed worried about the pain. Sam placed a hand on the arm of the other man's chair, just an inch away from his arm and smiled gently. "It's al-alright. It's not anymore than normal people have. ...I don't think so, anyway." He supposed he had nothing to compare against, not anymore, but everyone hurt when they fell or hit themselves, right? "Of course. A-ask me anything. That is what we are doing, right?" The idea of having someone so close they could say anything was a wild and strange one to Sam, but he wanted to foster that kind of relationship as much as he could. When he actually heard the question a wide smile appeared on his face with a nod. "It...it wasn't much of a decision. Isla sent me a letter...or at least. Hm." He paused the story to think and pour the first of the tea, a sweet mix of berries that was a symphony of wonderful scents. Pushing a teacup towards Remi and pulling one to himself, he started again: "She said she di-didn't send the letter. But anyway, she had the band for me. When I knew w-what it could do...I had to, Remi." He spoke earnestly, leaning in between their two chairs with his tea clasped under his chin. "It does all I have ev-ever wanted. I can taste, and touch, and smell." As if to illustrate this point he breathed in his tea exaggeratedly, with a smile and closed eyes. "An-and to feel pain when I fall just like anyone else...it is wonderful. I am just the same as you now except for the blood. And..w-well." Sam laughed. "I suppose you can turn into a li-lion. She hasn't made a band for that yet." I'm starting to heal and find some faith I'm starting to feel what's out of place Don't need you to save me, I can't wait To fall, to fail and start again