Lean Time For Heroes

"Mmm." Sam didn't take long to fall into sleep with Remi, his hands slowly relaxing on his skin and as he fell deeper, his head leaning to rest on his chest. To the beat of Remi's heart he dreamt of nothing in particular, something that he wouldn't be able to recall as anything but a vaguely pleasant grey. When he woke it was clearly some time later, as he could see the remains of a few new offerings left on the shrine and there were new footsteps in the fluid stains on the floor. Sam briefly made sure he wasn't missing any personal items (he wasn't) and then tried to relax about the fact that people had seen him shirtless with another man in bed in the temple. What would his parents have thought? With a smile, he realised he didn't much care in the moment. But the thought did start him down a new path, where he began to think of his earlier plans to visit The Voice after Longnight. To take her up on the offer to fix his voice, to ask her to make him better. For Remi...and for himself. But it occurred to him that this was just a moving of his goalposts, just changing the word 'normal' for 'better'...if he kept improving himself would there be enough of him left? He was shaken from his deep thought by Remi stirring next to him. Sam kissed the tip of his nose, then his chin. "Hello. D-did you sleep well? I've been...thinking." Samuel I'm starting to wake from silent sleep I'm starting to break and I can grieve