All That Glitters

There are? Sam said, so obviously trying to mask the innuendo that came to mind. Well, anything you have to teach, I'd love to know. And that was actually true. He was so thrilled to be flying, to be doing anything with Remi...anything to prolong this easy fun was something he was interested in. Remi seemed surprised he had not hurt Sam, but Sam supposed he hadn't mentioned the bear that was taking up his attention. Well...it was a little complicated. But we were attacked, and you transformed...and I bit you so I could too. The memory drew painful feelings of sadness and regret for how he'd handled some parts of the night, which he knew would be able to feel over the link no matter how much he tried to hide it. He laughed at Remi's reminder about hawks. Well, you've always been very gentle with me. Teaching me how to fly, talking like this... He wished he had a better, happier story about how he'd carried Remi (carrying a raccoon did not sound like something that should be a tragedy). Well...after we were attacked, I carried you. As a raccoon, to Isla. To get help. You were very hurt but...cute, too. Sweet little face. Samuel At seventeen, I started to starve myself I thought that love was a kind of emptiness And at least I understood then the hunger I felt And I didn't have to call it loneliness