Rebuilding What Was Lost

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — "Well..." Would telling him about the temple be the story that broke all of it? Would it be the step too far? Sam didn't know, but he had to tell Remi once he'd asked; it was his own history after all and he deserved to hear it. "We um...we were st-staying in the temple, for Longnight. In the b-blankets, you know. And um..we st-started being intimate then you...ah..." While he didn't have the same problems as Remi, Sam still found it difficult to speak openly about sex. He cleared his throat and tried to get through it as quickly as possible: "You..p-pushed me..against the wa-wall, and used your claws and h-had wings and...it was...I..." He didn't get into his review, but it was clear from his smile that it had been something he'd enjoyed. "As long as y-you'll listen, I don't mind. D-don't break my cups, though." Sam joked, relieved that Remi had said yes. If there was still even a fraction of connection, there was hope. — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.