SAMUEL
Stretch out my life
And pick the seams out
As his hug was not returned, Remi's body remaining stiff like that of a strangers in his arms, Sam slowly backed off, confusion creasing his brow as he awkwardly held his own elbow instead. It was then that he noticed there was something different about the Alchemist, something he hadn't seen in his rush and the dark before. Not anything physical, not quite, hardly even visible...a harder set to his jaw, a lack of light in his eyes.
Then there were his words.
Had this been the Sam of the year before, he would have turned and run at the first hint of cruel anger (or...lack of care?) in Remi's voice. As it was though, he felt the hurt in his chest but held his head high anyway, seeing in this a symptom of Remi's grief more than a genuine hatred towards himself, not that that stopped the thick lump in his throat that he was forced to swallow down.
This was about Aoife, and it was natural. Last time he had run away from the difficult part of Remi's grief - he wouldn't make the same mistake again.
"Well. I see." He nodded, wide eyes looking down to the sand, and took another step back. "You're right -- I should have approached more respectfully. I was just happy to see you...we were unsure if you'd died." Purposefully, he ignored the insults and assumptions thrown at him. Arguing against them would only make himself upset and take the focus away from Remi, where it needed to be. "I...am really so sorry, Remi. For what happened....a-and I know my sorries are useless. But they're all I have, other than my company, which you do usually seem to like."
Then there were his words.
Had this been the Sam of the year before, he would have turned and run at the first hint of cruel anger (or...lack of care?) in Remi's voice. As it was though, he felt the hurt in his chest but held his head high anyway, seeing in this a symptom of Remi's grief more than a genuine hatred towards himself, not that that stopped the thick lump in his throat that he was forced to swallow down.
This was about Aoife, and it was natural. Last time he had run away from the difficult part of Remi's grief - he wouldn't make the same mistake again.
"Well. I see." He nodded, wide eyes looking down to the sand, and took another step back. "You're right -- I should have approached more respectfully. I was just happy to see you...we were unsure if you'd died." Purposefully, he ignored the insults and assumptions thrown at him. Arguing against them would only make himself upset and take the focus away from Remi, where it needed to be. "I...am really so sorry, Remi. For what happened....a-and I know my sorries are useless. But they're all I have, other than my company, which you do usually seem to like."
take what you like
but close my ears and eyes
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