The Unimaginable

Sam's concern only grew as Remi first held Aoife too tight (he didn't know much about babies, but making them cry was almost definitely wrong) and then dropped the kettle; he nearly rushed forward but stopped himself, not wanting to invoke Remi's instincts. He sighed. He couldn't leave, not now; he had no idea how to deal with any of it but Remi was dropping things, out of control, hurt. Sam slowly shook his head. Trying to start again he began with what he probably should have said in the first place, his hand tangling in his shirt (defiance was not natural for him. Fear of something curled up his back). "Remi...I am so, so sorry. About Ronin. About...everything, recently. I know...I know it must be very, very hard for you. You can't do this alone. Maybe it's not...me you want, but I'm not...I'm not going to leave you alone. I'm worried for you. I could get Vervain? Or..or I could warm up the bottle while you hold Aoife." That way at least Remi would be able to keep his hold on the baby. "Please. I know you're hurting. Let me help." Samuel The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out; At one stride comes the dark;