Sam listened to Remi speak with a sympathetic expression on his face, but internally he was beginning to feel rather a mess. He wasn't even entirely sure why; on one hand he felt the indifference and beige happiness for a friend he was meant to, on the other he felt as if he were being mocked with something he could have had if only he had not been himself.
You haven't lost me came to his mind, but he held back on saying it. This wasn't his moment, and...he supposed Remi had lost him, really. Just as he'd lost Remi once.
"Well, then. If you feel so good about it, it must be a good idea. It would be nice to have a wedding, right now. It might help to lift people's spirits...I am not sure if I will be around to attend, though." Sam didn't realise how ominous that sounded as a sentence to just leave, and simply moved onto Remi's next topic.
"Oh. Is there a...connection, between the things you can see?" There was definitely an answer he was hoping for, but Sam tried to not get too expectant.
Samuel
I want you so badly
But you could be anyone
