Rebuilding What Was Lost

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — Sam got to the top of the stairs and immediately went to sit down and pour the tea, feeling entirely unsettled himself. Last time they'd been here, Remi had kissed him, taken his hands, traced along his skin with a feather...it seemed both like it was only a moment ago and like it had been a lifetime. His hands shook just slightly as he poured a sweet-smelling red liquid from the teapot and pushed a cup over towards the other chair. "P-please. Sit." He motioned to the chair and then leaned back, holding his own cup. It was important to him to do this, though he wasn't quite sure why. Perhaps there was some small hopeful part of him that hoped if he told the story well enough Remi might remember, but mostly he just...wanted to chronicle it. Make sure someone else knew what happened so he wouldn't forget it himself, so it would be at least a little real. "...Do you...r-remember other things?" Sam asked, not quite sure how this worked. "I m-met you...we met in a c-cave, actually. Um. Wh-when The Voice's new sh..shrine appeared." That was not a particularly wonderful memory for him, mostly being nervous in the dark then being forced to drink in front of others...but it had brought him Remi. "Then..w-we met again, in an-another cave. ...I do-don't know why there were so many c-caves." Suddenly he laughed, a little huff with a glance at Remi. — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.