I'm not a kid but I'm still young

It is my job. Oh, Remi's heart hummed as he gazed down into his tea. He knew he was reading into things he shouldn't, that he was making mountains out of mole hills but with everything stretched so thin between he and Sam, the unwritten words between the lines seemed to be all there was to them anymore. Looking up as Sam mentioned the feather, Remi stood and moved to gaze up at it. A small smile pulled at the corner of his lip, and he nodded more to himself than to Sam. Yes. It was definitely one of his, and though Remi had more feathers than he'd ever need, he did not give them out willingly. Not to just anyone. "Yes, it is certainly one of mine." He said with a small smile. "The type of hawk I am...I have not seen one since coming here." Remi added, as if to clear up any suggestion that it had been found or come from some other local bird. Hands folded behind his back, his eyes continued to stare at the feather as his mind began to wander. He knew he needed to start this conversation, but part of him wanted to just find an excuse to leave. To fly out of the window, to leave Sam with more feathers, to press him up against the wall and— "—Sam." He said gently, turning to look down at the bookmaker, hands still clasped gently behind his back. "I don't think I can do this.." Яemi But now it's happily ever never. I guess now I know better