Rebuilding What Was Lost

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — Sam laid the hankie on the table with the gathered pieces of the cup. It had not been a particular favourite of his, an old thing with a simple pattern painted on the rim, but...with everything else, it just felt like a last straw. He had to swallow a sob that wanted to come out of him as he turned back to Remi. His once-beloved seemed so anxious now, so jumpy. Sam felt as if he had to move slowly, carefully, or Remi would fly off into the skies again. He sat back down in his chair with a deliberate sluggishness, watching Remi the whole time. "Please. Si-sit back down. I will...k-keep going." He would only have the courage to do this once. He needed Remi to stay for all of it. "Perhaps if it makes it b-better, I will le..leave out the um..th-things like kissing." He offered, trying to give Remi the most understanding of smiles. "There is not...s-so much of it anyway. Sadly...a l-lot of the story is...sad. And hard." — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.