For Science

SAMUEL Sam watched Remi hesitate before his grasped his hand and tried to look encouraging, comforting; assuring that this wouldn't lead to him leaping over the counter to make out with him. Still, he couldn't help the slight leap of his heart as Remi leaned close and held his hand, the thought of: He's so close, I could kiss him if he wanted me to. But he didn't, so Sam didn't. Remi won, which meant his cube didn't work for his whole body when held in one hand; Sam raised his eyebrows and smiled. "What do you want as your reward?" He asked. Gently taking his hand from Remi's (he didn't want to, but he had to) he played about with the cube in his hands, wondering what it was the item was called. That was likely something he'd have to ask The Voice, he supposed. "...I suppose it shall be useful if I need to hold things down in my shop. ...Unfortunately, I do not lead the most exciting life for mysterious technology." 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