For Science

SAMUEL "I wonder if you were able to come with what was important to you...? Did you especially value the herbs?" Sam wondered what he would choose to bring through the portal, if he was given a choice. Books seemed boring, clothes would likely be available anywhere...he had very few sentimental items. Perhaps the feather Remi had given him? Remi seemed troubled by the (supposed) origins of his upgrade, but Sam shrugged. He understood now why it might have been difficult for Remi to be with him physically with such a lack of response; had been so grateful for the upgrade that it no longer mattered anyway. "Maybe you should drink more wine then." Sam laughed, sipping his tea with his little finger out and his legs exaggeratedly crossed before him to show just how distinguished the wine had made him. "You did tell me of your father." He said gently with a nod. Usually he would have let Remi tell him of it again, but he thought this might not be a story he wanted to repeat. The compliment caught him off-guard and he smiled down into his cup, pushing hair behind his ear and laughing embarrassed to the floor. "Well. Thank you. I suppose since you say it so authoritatively I have to follow your instructions. Do you have any more orders?" It wasn't flirting, not quite. It was almost-flirting, bats in the direction of flirting when Sam didn't know how to handle the swing. But there was a shine in his eyes and a tilt to his smile which spoke volumes along with his words, as well as the way his finger stroked down the handle of his cup slowly, deliberately. 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