Taking Different Roads

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — Immediately Sam could tell something was wrong, but not what. Remi seemed to not realise quite where he was, looked about as if lost; but he had come to this shop countless times, hadn't he? For an awful moment Sam thought perhaps yet another God had muddled with their memories, but Remi had addressed him by name...with a frown, he took one more step forward (but then stopped, for just a book could not protect him from full sunlight). "Yes, it's me. Are you...quite alright? I was going to ask if you'd like to come in, but if it is a bad time..." He glanced up and down the man, the way he was turning his ear towards him, as if he could not see him...but why would that be the case? — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.