Rebuilding What Was Lost

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — He was relieved Remi didn't jump up or drop anything else at his reveal that yes, they did have sex, quite a lot actually given they'd only had a month to have it all in, Sam found himself able to sit through Remi's explanations about why he couldn't touch his hand. He had not appreciated before how easy it had been, how they had slotted into each other's lives like they were written for each other in a book he had now lost. "You...ha-have held my hands many times." Sam said softly, quietly. Would he again? Remi seemed to be warming up to the whole conversation though, asking another difficult question. Sam's mouth opened and closed again, then he seemed to consider Remi from head to foot, looking him over. "Um...well. You l-look the same, but...no. You were v-very confident, or so I thought, and smiled a lot. And t-told jokes." And you wanted me. He shook his head and shrugged, pouring himself more tea. "...You were al-also the more um...you initiated m-most of our physi..physical intimacies. But cle..clearly you've ch-changed there." — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.