Rebuilding What Was Lost

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — Well. Sam certainly hadn't thought about it that way until Remi said it. His eyes immediately threatened to fill with tears and he looked down to suddenly appear very interested in his teacup. "Um...I...I-I guess." He mumbled noncommittally, his hands visibly shaking in the way the tea in the cup wobbled and rippled. He hadn't wanted to put a name on what they were, not yet, had been content to exist in the maybe-almost space they'd been in before. To be so suddenly and easily informed that this had to feel like a break up...it was like hitting a brick wall. "...I..um...I s-suppose we've said..everything then. S...so I have um..w-work to do, so.." — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.