Fix This (Me)

It had been a day since Sam had asked Remi about changing his voice. Since then the subject had been constantly on his mind. It seemed that asking it had brought it into reality and now it was something he felt he had to decide on. After a mostly sleepless night spent mouthing words at the temple ceiling and wondering how they'd sound coming smoothly from his mouth, he had made a choice. "R-Remi?" He asked as he heard his love waking behind him. Since he'd been up for hours at this point Sam was sat cross legged at the end of their blankets, turned back to look at Remi. He was sweet when he'd just woken up, all kinks in his hair and green eyes blearily taking in the scene around him. "..When...when you've wo-woken up a little. I want to g-go somewhere. Alright?" He asked, then rolled his way up the bed to place a kiss on Remi's cheek. "But...th-there's no rush. How did you s-sleep? Any...any dreams?" This was likely too many questions for right after waking up, but Sam was too happy to double back on himself. Samuel Well he's torn himself to pieces and each night he feels the itch To grab the needle, thread and scalpel. He'll gather, slice and stich And he'll build a brand new person where the current person sits Until he's nothing but a patchwork of other people's greatest hits