Reaching High

Sam watched the feather appear in Remi's fingers and smiled, still impressed with his work but also hoping that the rather jovial use of magic might mean Remi was not as bitter towards him as perhaps Sam deserved. But when he replied, flat and not quite catching Sam's eye...he was reminded of a line from his diary, something he had written during Longnight: It is like we are talking past each other, both wanting the same thing but not sure of the directions. Why must we both be so bereft of communication? Remi said he had to go and before he could think Sam reached out towards him. Not touching him, but a hand intended to make him stop. "Wait! I..I mean...I'm not so busy. I've done my actual work for the day, this is just...fun research. Maybe we can see if we could find something out about Ronin? Or...anything else you're curious about?" It was perhaps more obvious than Sam knew he was making excuses to keep Remi's company, with the way he desperately looked about for something to catch his attention. 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