Reaching High

The warmth in Remi's voice surprised Sam, his paranoid brain having expected the other man to yell and attack him; but, his rational side told him, that wasn't Remi. He had only met the man a few times as far as he remembered but everything in his lived experiences and in his diaries spoke of someone gentle, kind by nature who did not hold grudges, someone whom he really must have hurt to have hurt the pain in his voice before. "..I think so, yes." He said after checking his hands over. A little bruising, but nothing bad enough to really be a problem. Finally moving entirely off Remi and going to sit leaning on a nearby shelf he looked him over. "And..are you alright? I didn't...know it was you. Didn't think you'd..." ..Ever come close again didn't quite get spoken, Sam suddenly wondering if it was awkward to acknowledge the space and tension between them. "..I just didn't know you were in the Atheneum today." Samuel At seventeen, I started to starve myself I thought that love was a kind of emptiness And at least I understood then the hunger I felt And I didn't have to call it loneliness