On this winter's night with you

As much as he wanted to, Sam didn't understand why Remi was so upset. Was it misplaced grief? Was it a reaction to the words he'd said? Remi didn't seem...displeased, exactly (though he hadn't said it back, a silence that spoke a million horrible words). Sam could do nothing but stroke his hair and hope that it would be explained soon, that this wouldn't stay in his mind as the night he confessed and Remi didn't respo-- There was a loud thump upstairs, a knocking almost. The hum of conversation and laughter immediately died down. Sam looked up, the falling of the silence like a soft blanket falling into the back room. He knew Remi would want to go investigate, so he let go and with a sigh, got up. "...W-we can talk later." He promised, then led Remi up by the hand. Samuel I'm starting to wake from silent sleep I'm starting to break and I can grieve