For Science

SAMUEL "Alright!" Sam replied, placing the cube down on the counter and taking off his jacket, laying it over a chair. The cube seemed a great mystery and he suspected that it would take a while to solve it, and that even once they had there would be further testing to do. There was of course a part of him that hoped it would take a long time so he could be here with Remi longer, though it seemed easier now to come over casually and not need an excuse. Remi's eternal messiness was charming, as well as his easy humour and joke. Sam laughed and looked down at the shirt, for a moment wondering if he was serious then rolling his eyes fondly. "The Voice and I had a deal. You were with me, actually. When I made it. I did something for her, and she helped me to speak smoothly." He motioned to his throat as if there would be some kind of physical change; there was not. Every time he spoke he still seemed a little slow, unsure: getting used to a new voice was a challenge, especially one that sounded so much more confident than Sam had ever imagined himself being. "I have looked at the cube since the night we found it, but..." He made a face and looked down at the still item on the counter. "I am beginning to fear it...may just be a paperweight." I'm starting to heal and find some faith I'm starting to feel what's out of place Don't need you to save me, I can't wait To fall, to fail and start again