Remi was thankfully, alive, confirmed by the noises he made to comfort Sam. Sam pushed himself up, groaning with the pain but persevering so he could be more level with Remi. They were close, again, but now it was not a novelty, not something he was joyous about; now he just found himself wondering if he was going to watch Remi die only a few inches away.
"..Y...w-well, no. But you're w-worse." He said gently, rubbing Remi's thumb. His tears had stopped for a moment as Remi spoke to him, but he felt his eyes well over and spill again quickly as he looked down to catch a glimpse of his chest.
He'd helped, he'd been brave, but it had still come to nothing. Taking his hand away from Remi's, he moved to trace his fingers gently over the other man's jaw. It was bolder than he would have been before this, but now he just felt an intense need to comfort and wasn't sure what was safe to touch.
"...I...I c-could maybe. Get us to Isla's. If you...i-if you put down the dirt." He wanted nothing more than to be looked after, responsibility taken away, but he knew with his advanced strength he could probably drag Remi back to town. It would hurt, he would be slow, it would be awful...but it was something. Samuel Another little "nothing ever after", nothing more?
And lo, but no! What bliss
Another jolly jaunt through the abyss
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