Rotten Nostalgia

SAMUEL STRETCH OUT MY LIFE & PICK THE SEAMS OUT Sam slowly lifted the hand from his face and forced himself to look at Evie. Even though she had never been the main figure in his nightmares she was a part of the set dressing that reminded him of the years he wanted to forget. She had enabled, allowed, sat by; enough that the sight of her made his chest flare with anxiety and something that he had not yet come to recognise as anger. "...I am t-twenty six. Just like y-y-you." He said, summoning all of the dry bitterness he could into his shaking voice. "I do...e-everything adults do. Drink...and d-date. Are you jealous?" He usually would not engage with a family member to the point where he would issue such a challenge, but he found himself wanting to now. Maybe it was his new numbness, maybe it was the confidence Remi had given him, maybe it was the effects of the alcohol somehow making their way to his Ascended body. Regardless, his eyes had something behind them that said 'this won't be like before'. take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.