Hot Date

SAMUEL Not noticing the way Remi cut himself off, Sam waved a hand. "I'm sure there's no ap-apology needed. The only one I see normally is Jigano, anyway, and you can talk to him yo-yourself, right?" As far as Sam knew, Jigano and Remi were friends. True, Jigano seemed judgemental over the other man's choices, but Jigano seemed wise and Sam thought in a sense he deserved to be judging. The way Remi smiled as they reached the top of the stairs made his heart skip a metaphorical beat. Sam thought he could set up a hundred rooms a hundred ways just to see Remi smile at him like that again. Was this what dating was actually about? Not a terrifying series of trials with a potential to lead to yet more trials, but little moments where Remi smiled and he felt like laughing with sheer joy? Gently he took Remi's hand and holding it up, lead him to the chair; the motion was naturally silly since it was only two paces at most. Then he went to sit in his own chair, pulling it yet closer to Remi's when he decided he was too far apart. With an arm on the side he leaned into towards Remi, tucking his legs under him while he excitedly explained his new addition. "Well. I can en-enjoy it as much as you now. Isla has done a wonderful thing. She gave me a...I-I don't quite know what it was, but a band that let me feel. I can touch things and feel them, Remi. Taste. Smell. It is..." He took a moment to pause so he wouldn't get too emotional. "I don't...know h-how to repay her. It is the most beautiful gift. Even the p-pain is amazing." I'm starting to heal and find some faith I'm starting to feel what's out of place Don't need you to save me, I can't wait To fall, to fail and start again