Call it what you want

sam So please please please, let me get what I want this time Sam was statue-still as he waited for Remi to speak, watching with an intense interest the hand raising up to touch the point where they had connected. The stammering speech was understandable if Remi was feeling anything like he was, the things brewing in his chest hard to put into any kind of words. A thumb stroking on his hips shocked him into moving. At first he just flinched, but then before he knew it he was crashing forward, kissing Remi with clumsy lips and accidental knocks of his teeth. After only a second he collected himself, realised what the hell he was doing and pulled back, panting with his hand resting on Remi's shoulder. "I-I'm. I'm sorry. I just--it was just--the mood--I just--I thought--" He swallowed anxiously, struggling to come up for a reason other than that it had felt right in the moment. "I--this isn't--what this was about. It-It's not a good time, but..." As he spoke he realised how inappropriate this was - they were possibly about to die in a cave, he had only met Remi once before, he had taken advantage of a very vulnerable moment. "I'm sorry."