My mind is where it bent

Sam listened to what Remi said and wished he hadn't as he felt his mind split in two. On one hand, he understand what was being said. Isla could do with the help. On the other, it still felt like such betrayal that Remi had not even asked first. Had not thought to. Had easily and without even a second's delay tossed away Sam's feelings and new presence in his life. His resolve began to crumble into despair. The tension left the structure around him, the magic noticeably sighing out of it and the crates relaxing against each other. Still, he didn't emerge from it. "...I...I th-think you should have asked me. But...ma-maybe you don't...I mean you d-didn't say you loved me..o-or anything and..." Like a shot to his heart he realised Remi may have just considered him a casual fling, someone for sex and bites (though he seemed insistent on denying it) and nothing else. Such a thought was hell for Sam, who only ever gave his heart fully and openly, could not kiss without love, could not touch without tenderness. "I...was an idi-idiot. Thinking that...y-y-you. Could love...me." Samuel Skin too tight and eyes like marbles You spin me high, so watch me as I glide Before I tumble homeward, homeward