Fix This (Me)

"G-good idea. But...we'd have to b...be sure they were so-sober." Sam knew it would likely be easier to fulfill his quest if the victim participant were drunk out of their minds, but it would be horribly unfair to spring it on someone not fully able to understand the choice they were making. As Remi stroked a hand down his hip he smiled and raised an eyebrow, a suggestive glint in his eyes. "....I s-see. Well. I wo..wouldn't like you to change. I was j-just curious." He took Remi's hand and swung it, looking about as if unsure of where to go next. They could go back to their alcove but that felt terribly lazy and he suspected it could become yet another indecent moment in the temple. "...W...with the Sparkbird out th-there now, I would li...like to go see if my house is alright. Wou...would you come with me?" 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