While Sam should have noticed Remi with his Ascended senses, he was too wrapped up in his thoughts to hear the man approach until he spoke. Sam's shoulders flinched and he looked up, momentarily alarmed. Seeing it was Remi he relaxed; if he had been in better spirits he probably would have noticed the very unique pants, but for now he only felt relief in his heart at the sight of his friend.
Was he alright...? He wasn't really sure. Looking down at his clothes and the stains on them as if seeing them for the first time, he reached to touch a particularly wet patch on his shirt, where fluid from his face had dripped down. "Um, w-well...physically, yes. Don't worry."
He began to unbutton the shirt, the wet gripping at his skin suddenly bothering him now that he'd seen it. "We...me and Wessex, Rexanna...we got into a fight in the woods. At the Mathair." Sam looked up at Remi, unsure if he had known the devil that had died. "Lucas was there too, but...he didn't make it."
Samuel
I tried to dance with the devil on your back
