See yourself through my eyes

Sam found the same odd pleasure and anxiety in the phrasing 'our thing'. It was a promise, almost, a new level of intimacy and an establishing of them as a part, not apart. He looked at their hands, squeezed Remi's fingers. "I-I'm afraid that..that's the side effect of b-being with me." The words were almost sad except for the smile on his face that shaped them. "Ah...I...was in-invited to the Rathskeller as w-well. But I was worried I'd be t-too awkward." Maybe if Remi was there it wouldn't be so bad. Edy had mentioned a private room in case he'd wanted it, if they wanted any moments together. He thought at first he was being abruptly dismissed then Remi told him to stay. With a surprised, delighted expression he got up and to the door, shutting it - though his face fell when he saw Remi's pain at getting back down. "Don't strain y-yourself. E...especially not for me." He said, moving to take off his shoes and lay on the bed next to Remi almost without thought, wanting to comfort. For a second it did remind him awfully of the last time they'd laid together, trapped and bleeding. Trying his best to shake the thought, Sam reached to hold Remi's hand. He laughed quietly after a moment and turning his head to Remi whispered: "Y-Y'know...wh-when we st...started to go on dates, I didn't think being in b-bed would mean this." Samuel I hear in my mind All these voices I hear in my mind All of these words