Fix This (Me)

"No. Ta-take your ti--oh." Sam grinned, flushed and embarrassed at the hands on his sides and their clear message. But they didn't have time to fully act on that (and he was beginning to think he might gain a reputation as the temple pervert if they kept being so brazen in here) so he was glad when he was pulled up into a much more innocent hug. He looked over in the direction of the shrine then back down to Remi with his lips pursed considering the question. "...W..Well...I want t-to go to the shrine. Just there. T-to talk to The Voice. With you. ....And...I-it's probably respectful. To wear a shirt." Sam didn't know what The Voice's opinion was on nipples, but he didn't want it distracting from his main goal. Sam expected Remi to ask why he wanted to go to the shrine so answered before the question was asked. "...I'm...g-going to ask her. T...to take my stutter. I thought about it, and...I'd li-like it." Samuel Well he's torn himself to pieces and each night he feels the itch To grab the needle, thread and scalpel. He'll gather, slice and stich And he'll build a brand new person where the current person sits Until he's nothing but a patchwork of other people's greatest hits