[Seasonal Event] Escape From/To You

Samuel Though I know I should know better Well, I can make this work Is it just part of the process? Well, Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, it hurts Sam turned around properly when Remi said he could leave him alone. His soul immediately cried out that no, that was not what he wanted, wasn't it at all; but wasn't that what he was trying to do? Two forces pulled and pushed at his soul, one that wanted badly to hold Remi (had he always looked so tired?) and one that wanted to be alone forever. He realised, suddenly, he probably wasn't handling this in the healthiest way. "I...I...I d-don't want you. To leave. I'm...s..." He thought for a moment then came to some conclusion in his head and spoke louder. "I'm sorry. I'm...I don't know how to h-handle these things, the feelings are so-so...so big and--" Sam gestured loosely about his head, sweeps of his hands moving away from his head to show the overwhelming nature of his panic. "You...you...m-must hate me now, so I need to go. And you...y...you went with Isla, and she's better th-than me, so I can't...c-compete and..." The real crux of the issue revealed, he felt himself lean back against the door and begin to slide down it.