For Science

SAMUEL Sam turned the cube about in two hands as Remi spoke, nodding. Since he had not been able to move it as a hawk, apparently even Ascendeds masquerading as other races were forbidden from moving the item. The Voice had always been disdainful of the other people around them so he was not hugely surprised that she may have created something which excluded those not yet 'gifted'. ...That was, if The Voice had made it. Sam had assumed he had, but as he stared down at it he supposed that was not a guarantee. He looked up at Remi's shy question and nodded, holding the cube out towards him. "Do you need me to do anything?" The other man seemed more confident in matters of machinery so Sam wasn't sure what it was that could make him anxious; unless he was about to suggested they kiss over the cube (which would be most bizarre, but he wouldn't necessarily turn the offer down). I'm starting to heal and find some faith I'm starting to feel what's out of place Don't need you to save me, I can't wait To fall, to fail and start again