Rebuilding What Was Lost

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — Sam flinched as he heard the shatter of the cup against the floor, having to stare at Remi for a moment before he realised what had happened. Immediately he placed his own cup down and knelt to pick up the shards. "It's a-alright. Would you...like another?" He was not oblivious to Remi's obvious emotional distress, but he didn't know how to acknowledge it. If he had become so shocked after just the reveal of a kiss, how would he react to the other parts of the story...? Parts that happened in the temple with claws and wings and an arm around his neck? Their hands brushed just slightly as Sam reached forward for a piece, and he drew his hand back quickly. He wanted badly to hold Remi's hand, to comfort him..but he could sense it wouldn't help in the moment. Gently smiling and placing the shards of the cup in a hankie brought out from his pocket, he stood up and held it out for Remi to put his collected parts of the cup in. "Y...you're safe here, you know. I kn..know all the st-story already. I w-won't judge you for it..or t-tell anyone else." He couldn't help the soft, easy tone in his voice, one clearly given to someone he was affectionate towards. — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.