My mind is where it bent

Remi's hand grabbing to hold him back sent a jolt throughout Sam's body. He stood frozen still for a while, both regretting what he'd said and wanting to say much more. But then as Remi began to explain, the choice was made for him and he whipped around. Tears were flowing from his eyes again and his body shook with too many emotions at once. "S...so you're..saying i-it wasn't an intimate act. At all." It was a question but it wasn't, his voice dripping in a surprisingly confident sarcasm. "B-both times I've bitten you..I know wh-what you get out of it, Remi. I'm not stupid." The thought made him feel sick, that Remi was just looking for another bite, that it had all been a trick to get a supply; and when he hadn't been enough Remi had immediately gone elsewhere. "I...I th-thought...I thought..." Sam hugged himself. He felt so stupid. Why had he ever thought someone so handsome and brave as Remi would love him? It was false. Blatantly, clearly false, had been from the start. "I thought you saw me...a-as more than..." Sam gestured about his mouth. He could feel his breathing growing erratic again, could sense the brain cloud coming. Sam wrenched his hand from Remi and turned to run out of the door and to a storage back room. Once he was there, in the dark and with the crates, the magic that had been stored in his body worked for him; small crates stacking up around him in the corner until he was hidden, keeping Remi away. Samuel Skin too tight and eyes like marbles You spin me high, so watch me as I glide Before I tumble homeward, homeward