Call it what you want

sam So please please please, let me get what I want this time Remi said it wasn't a problem, which put a large smile on Sam's face...that quickly dropped as Remi moved away to the side. Something was wrong, he knew, and it was clearly his fault. He hadn't found the right key words, the correct things to say to keep Remi interested. He let his hand be taken, his arm almost limp. "But--" Sam tried to object, but he could feel the mood that was there slipping away by the second. All of his reasonable objections, that he didn't care if he felt it physically or not...they felt like childish protests in the face of Remi's quiet explanation. He felt his chest burn with a sense that it was all just terribly unfair. He had never wanted this, had never wanted a life tied to the Gods with a face like a corpse and a life like a mannequin. Here was the chance to pretend that he was just normal, just loved...and his 'gift' had taken it away again. Curling forward, his forehead touching his knees, Sam wiped his eyes fruitlessly - no tears, he wasn't even sure if he could cry, but he could feel the upset in his heart and the muscles on his face trying desperately to sob. "...I-I just want to be normal. Like you."