Call it what you want

sam So please please please, let me get what I want this time This was all a lot. Sam's whole body shook, his mind clear in a way it hadn't been in a long time despite the strangeness of drinking blood from a person - it was different, definitely, from the shrine. It felt not the same thing, something lesser in substance but in context? He took in Remi's hands on his back, the tangles of hair in his hand. It felt somehow like a rope was wound between them suddenly, and if he made the wrong move too quickly it would snap and hurt them both. His fingers slowly detangled from Remi's hair but traced against his neck as he took his hand back. "Y-Yes. I...I...I feel um. Much better. Far better. Thank you." He kept his hand on Remi's thigh for now, his other coming to rest on his shoulder. Maybe it was a desire to feel some comfort in the dark but...Sam looked down. Remi was definitely interested in this the same way he was. To feel something, anything was exhilarating - he didn't want to give it up. Desperately he tried to think of something to say so Remi wouldn't pull away. "...W-was that alright for you?" He asked, despite the fact it was very obvious it had been.