S A M U E L
Remi looked concerned, confused, something Sam supposed he could understand given how he had been dragged away to a secluded spot. As he saw him relax Sam did too, hoping for a good answer...and he did get one, but the way it started punched him in the gut.
Friends. It was more than he could have realistically hoped for, really, but the word still hurt. He tried to keep his smile plastered on but it visibly flinched and threatened to fade. When Remi asked his question, simple in of itself but brimming with implications, he opened his mouth to take a breath he no longer needed and considered how to answer in the most unemotional way possible.
But there wasn't really an unemotional way to tackle this; it was an emotional subject. "I...If I am being honest, I never wanted to leave the barrier until you told me you would. But since you did, and I began to think of us travelling together...I wanted it more and more. It sounds nice. Experiencing new things with you, seeing a whole new world. Scary as it may be...if I had you, I could do it." He spoke down to the floor with a half-whisper, worried to say the words in case they acted as a wall between them.
I AM THE OCEAN CLAWING AT YOUR MOON
