Islands in the stream

Naked arms, his secrets still like songs I never learned A rather strange question lingered on Remi's lips for a moment, and with a short laugh he playfully  nudged his shoulder into Sam's. "How...old are you, Sam? I suppose I never really asked before." It didn't matter of course, not really, but it was an interesting sort of gap in the things that Remi knew about his ... boyfriend? "No, nothing like this at all. Northaven seems incredibly boring compared to all of this, really." Remi replied with the answer that Sam surely had been expecting.  Squeezing his hand back, Remi read a bit of the uncertainty on Sam's face and tried to smile reassuringly. He wouldn't offer false hope that the bookmaker's house would be alright...but from all the things Remi had heard, there was no reason to think that it wouldn't? But of course Sam had lived here far longer than he had, and though Sam did tend to be a worrier, perhaps it wasn't entirely baseless.