Sam flinched as Remi reached forward to touch him, not expecting it at all. If anything he expected Remi to be disgusted or embarrassed, to want to run away and leave right away. It was how he felt about himself, after all. When he'd tried to tell Cornelius of this the old man had smiled, told him it wasn't something to talk of; no one else had ever been trusted to listen.
When he finally looked up he smiled at Remi, wondering why it was people apologised for things when they had nothing to do with them. It was automatic, wasn't it? I'm sorry. And yet even though he didn't understand it he found himself swallowing down a wave of emotion from just hearing the words, the acknowledge of his pain. "..For the most part, they leave me alone now." He said, as if he was trying to reassure the both of them.
Remi insisting that in fact he wasn't good enough was frankly bizarre to Sam. Staring, he shook his head. "No. No that's...ridiculous. If that is anyone's fault it is mine for putting too much pressure upon you. Maybe.." He sighed and laughed a small, quiet sound. "Perhaps we should...stop insisting we are not good enough, since neither of us wants the other to believe it. Maybe we are...both good, but...not...together. At least not now." He felt odd as he said these words, as if he were saying something both very positive and awfully dreadful.
Samuel
I tried to dance with the devil on your back
