Rebuilding What Was Lost

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — Sam charitably let Remi's half-asked question go by without an answer, but it was obvious from the slight embarrassed smile on his face what that answer would have been. Once he'd thought that sex was something dirty people did or married people once a year for, but actually having experienced it now, the times they had been intimate were some of his favourite memories. To have imparted so much trust and had it returned, to feel so loved and desired. It occurred to him he may never feel it again, and Sam felt the same flip of his stomach as Remi, but for entirely different reasons. Trying to collect himself so he could continue, he nodded. "Mmm. We...m-met up for a r..real date. Here, actually. And that one...we-went okay, but...well. You were he-hesitant. Because of Loren. And..I-Ianto." He wasn't quite sure he'd gotten the names right, the men ghosts of a past he'd never been a part of, but he was sure Remi would remember. "But. We me-met up again. And went out in-into the woods, in Deepfrost. But...we were at-attacked. By a bear. And..y-you saved my life, but then you...you nearly..." Sam choked down the tears at the back of his throat again. "You nearly d-died. Isla saved you." — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.