S A M U E L
Sam glanced up as Remi began to speak, hoping for a stupid moment that he might be about to discover it had all been some kind of trick, that Remi did love him. But all that came was apologies and promises, but not the ones he wanted. Swallowing down his disappointment he tried his best to listen.
"I know...that you will try your best. You always do. But even if you never find it...I think...we might be alright." He said, tentatively putting out a feel for his hopes of their continued relationship.
He could have laughed, the answer to the question was so obvious. "Yes. I...of course I'd want to come, Remi. I love you. I...Oh, um--" His chest bloomed with panic as he realised what he'd just said, his eyes growing wide and his mouth moving without words as he tried to think of how to take it back. It was true, it was so, so true...but it wasn't what Remi needed to hear.
"..I...I'm so sorry. I know you're not comfortable with it. I just. It just came out, and..." Sam gestured uselessly about his chest, hoping Remi wouldn't run away.
I AM THE OCEAN CLAWING AT YOUR MOON
