[Seasonal Event] Escape From/To You

Samuel Though I know I should know better Well, I can make this work Is it just part of the process? Well, Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, it hurts After his little speech Sam stared at the ceiling a bit longer and wondered if there was anything else he should say, knowing that the words wouldn't come out half as eloquently when he tried to do it for real but hoping that Remi would forgive the sins of his inadequate voice. He became aware that Remi's breathing had changed, no longer the slow steadiness of sleep but a quick and distinctly awake noise. Sam looked down and as soon as he saw Remi's tears, immediately pulled him closer without thought and reached to touch his cheek. "Remi. What's wr-wrong? Are you worried? D...did you have a nightmare? All is w-well here." It did not as of yet occur to Sam that Remi might have heard his words. There was enough for Remi to be crying about without that needing to be a part of it. "...If...If it's me, then w-we're fine. Really. We are. I don't...I am sor-sorry. For it all." The words spilled out, not in the way he had wanted them to but that was how he found it usually went, his emotions bringing up speeches far too early and at the wrong times...like when he'd confessed.