[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 Remi seemed confused, tired. Of course he was. Sam knew he was being irritating, unreasonable, unlikeable. The thoughts did nothing to help his mental state. He had not known prior to this that it was possible to hate himself anymore than he had before. He was so distraught he almost though the screaming was in his own head and so did not react to it right away, just curled further into himself. "...B-but...you...I.." He had nothing of any merit to say when he was in such a way. Sam began to shakily stand up, meaning to go to Remi and try at a better apology when he had the chance to be in his arms, but then he felt something wet on his hand. He looked down and frowned as he saw an inky blackness on the floor and staining his skin. "W..what..." He mumbled, so confused for a moment he didn't move. Then he did all at once, scrambling towards Remi and getting up onto his legs in the process. If Remi would let him Sam would run to hold him instantly, instinctively, an inky handprint marking itself on the man's chest as Sam pressed into him for comfort and watched the pooling ink with growing terror.