Islands in the stream

Sam was surprised by the question until he realised he didn't know how old Remi was, either. How had they come so far into this and not worked out such a simple fact? "Oh. I'm 26. Is...is th-that alright? And...how old are you?" He nearly gritted his teeth for the answer, not sure if it would be worse if Remi said 18 or 50. As he suspected, Remi had not had anything like the Sparkbird in Northhaven. "...W-well, as long as the excitement h-here doesn't hurt you." He said with a cautionary tone, wondering if Remi was so eager to run into danger because his previous home had been too dull and safe. They began to walk onto his street and he chewed at his lip, wondering if his possessions would be turned upside down and ruined. "If...If e-everything's alright, do you st-still want to stay for a while? Or...are you ne-needed back at the Rathskellar?" Sam asked, hoping very much Remi would want to stay. It only made sense for Sam to be at home now that he could be, but he didn't want to be there alone. The last few days had shook him, changed his perception of the streets and world around him. Samuel How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.