All That Glitters

No, but we've done plenty of other things. Sam replied with just the same level of slight suggestion, his voice surprisingly able to be flirty when it didn't come stuttered and mumbled. That Remi was returning his jokes with such sudden ease had to be a good sign, he thought; maybe there was something about the night sky and air that made it all simpler. He supposed it had been unwise to bite Remi with so little protection, but at the time it had seemed like there simply wasn't any other choice. It was what I had to do. And you didn't hurt me, so it worked out. Beside...I am not often wise. A matching burst of amusement followed. You don't need to thank me. I would do it again. I would always try to save you, Remi. He promised, sending waves of warmth through their connection. The other man was gentle, and talented, and kind, and...he remembered why he had fallen in love in the first place, why he was still in love now. Even with the change in Remi, there was a core of a person in there that he knew he could be happy with. Sam twirled in the air, enjoying the ease of flying like this. Besides...do you know what you did in the hospital room? I suppose you don't. But we gave Phoebe quite the shock. He felt secure enough with their jokes and flirts so far to bring this up now, a soft affection in his tone. 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