Shoot The Messenger

"Oh-- well, I mean, you d--" Too late, Sam realised Remi was not actually offended and tried to awkwardly laugh it off. Though, if he was being honest, while he had always found Remi attractive right now when he looked at him all he felt was worry. For how he was now, but also for how worse it was to become if Ronin's death were to pass. He nodded. "That's a blessing, at least. I used to get regular new parents at my stall asking for advice books because their babies kept them up." It had rather put him off the whole idea. Sam took the hand and stood up, rested a hand on the door and smiled, looking down at his shoes. "...It's alright, Remi. I think I knew, really, that you would treat me well with it. I want to be as honest as I can with you about...well, everything, going forward, to try and make up for.." It was better left unsaid now, probably. "Even though this does hurt. If you need me, you know where I am. Though...if people do find out what I have done, I may have to leave. I will try to tell you first, if I do." With that promise made, he pushed the door open and with a final smile, walked out into the night. Samuel I'm starting to wake from silent sleep I'm starting to break and I can grieve