Rebuilding What Was Lost

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — To his delight, Remi agreed. Sam did notice the dropped eye contact but didn't think too much of it. There had been different reasons for it, but he had spent years struggling to keep regular eye contact with anyone. If Remi was feeling nervous after a confrontation with Ludo, who could blame him? He was surprised at how charitable his heart was towards Remi, how he find it difficult to summon any real anger or negative feeling at all for him; was that love? It hurt, whatever it was. "A j-jacket...?" He asked with a smiling frown, but let him do it. Still, Sam laughed as he turned from Remi's door and walked literally two steps before opening his own. "You...helped m-me make th..this st-store." He told him, knuckles curling on the painted wood of the door and his voice dipping to a soft sadness before he forced himself up, cleared his throat and looked back. "I was hoping you would le-let me tell you. Everything. Not...s-so you'd remember, but...I d-don't know. It feels o-odd. Being the only one holding our mem-memories." With that said he walked into his store and motioned that they were to go upstairs, then headed up the rickety staircase. — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.