Hot Date

SAMUEL Of course I do, Sam. His long-useless heart jumped in his chest at the words, the prick of tears coming to the back of his eyes and having to be forcibly blinked down. Remi cared for him. What had he done to deserve such a thing? It was unthinkable. Every time he heard something like that the noose of his parent's words loosened just a notch, the worthless and pathetic labels peeled off another inch. The feathers touch was gentle, slow, but each pass of it against his newly sensitive skin was like an explosion. His fingers relaxed, surrendering himself to Remi as he nervously smiled and looked back into his eyes. They were beautiful, he thought, something he had noticed before but never had the peace to think about. "And I am ha-happy, Remi. So happy. No...no matter what your m-motivations were. It is still the best thing anyone has ever..." Sam took a moment to collect himself, a mute mimicry of a shaking breath as he stopped himself from becoming too emotional. "I know you. You wou-wouldn't make me do anything I didn't want to, right?" With a soft, hopeful smile he moved his other hand to brush just lightly on Remi's wrist, still letting him trace with the feather. "...I...I think we've b-both been hurt. So I think you...un-understand me. Which is why you helped. So I know you won't..won't hurt me." 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