On This Night

Samuel And he's smiling like he means it, and he's stretched out on his back And he's telling me now that he loves me, for the fifth or the sixth time, I can't keep track Sam heard a fluttering of wings by the window and looked up hopefully, then shook his head. It couldn't be Remi; he was recovering in the infirmary and wouldn't be flying anywhere right now. He convinced himself he just had the other man on his mind, was too obsessed in the moment and assigning everything to him; but then there was a knock on his door and an all too familiar voice calling his name. "H-hold on!" He said, jumping up from the chair and running to the door, fiddling with his keys for a moment before opening the door and pulling Remi in by his coat sleeve. "Remi! It's...I m-mean I'm glad to see you b-but it's snowing and you're hurt and..." His voice trailed off as he actually looked at Remi and saw that he was standing straight, without the flinches of pain and cringes from the last few days. "Wait...a...are you o-okay? You look...good." Sam reached forward to touch Remi's hair, nervous to touch him as if he might be an illusion.