On this winter's night with you

Remi could feel the way Sam's lips trembled as his tears began to fall, but he didn't mind. Instead, Remi curled his arms around Sam—one behind his back and the other beneath his legs—and stood. Turning, Remi placed Sam firmly on a stack of boxes, his lips never leaving the bookmaker's except for a few shallow and hasty breaths. Gently Remi's thumbs came up to brush at the tears on Sam's cheeks as he stood before the boxes and between the ascended's legs, his lips pressing kiss after kiss after kiss against Sam's. With a shuttered breath, Remi kissed Sam's cheek and then the corner of his eye, and then his eyelids. The tears did not taste like tears at all. They tasted like absolutely nothing, which was strange, but Remi filed that away for later. "I see you very well, Samuel Wordsworth." He whispered, his nose against Sam's, a hand in his hair and then curling around his head to bring their foreheads together. His other hand came to rest gently on one of Sam's legs, fingers offering a reassuring squeeze as Remi smiled into the darkness. "And I..." Silence. His heart raced, his lips trembled, and his body gave a slight involuntary shake. "I—" Remi inhaled. The sound to his ears like an echo in a cavern. —love you "—would never want you to change." Coward. R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space