Rebuilding What Was Lost

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — Sam nodded solemnly. If Remi had lost all of his memories of being with men at all, he supposed he could see why it was such a cause of concern, especially if he only remembered Northhaven's attitudes towards it. The issue was so big, so difficult that Sam had no idea of how to start to tackle it. Before he'd been the one with the more obvious problems, the one who was looked after. With their roles reversed, he was lost. Again he had been cut out from the memory like he was a page ripped from a book. Sam was about to find a way to gently fill Remi in on how much they had used the temple alcove when the other man let out a moan and fell forward. Sam instinctively reached out but stopped his hand awkwardly mid-air between their chairs. "Are you...al-alright, Remi? I...I know this is ha-hard for you. But. It's safe here. I...would never hu-hurt you and no one here..c-cares about being with...about you know. Two men." Or if they did, they had kept it quiet enough that it had not yet affected Sam's life. "Would you l..like a moment alone? I c-could go downstairs." — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.