Sam had had an eventful but not unpleasant few days. Nate had tumbled suddenly into his life in the midst of his situation with Remi, distracting him from it effectively. But as the odd man from 'Jersey' settled in and life returned somewhat to normal, Sam continuing his routine of research, bookmaking and minding his store, his mind did turn back to Remi.
He wasn't really sure how to feel. He didn't know Remi, not really. Only through the lens of his past words, which bore holes he must have once held filled in his mind. But what was written spoke so closely to his desires to be known, understood, loved...that Remi had once done it played with his hopes. The idea it was possible for him to be wanted in an way was something so delicious he could not easily let it go.
It was evening and for the moment his mind was occupied with a book he was reading, something on language changes within the last fifty years. He wasn't a linguist but wondered if it would help him make his books more readable for the older generation among them, who knew things by different names. He wasn't sure where Nate was but Mia was curled up by his feet, the fire on low and a cup of tea in his hand.
At the knock, he assumed it was Nate come home. Sam stood and walked to the door, pausing when he opened it to see Remi for just a moment. "Oh! Hello Remi. I wasn't sure when to expect you." He marvelled at the steadiness of his own voice given the way his stomach had flipped as soon as they had met eyes. "Please, come in. Are you alright?"
Samuel
I tried to dance with the devil on your back
