In a house upon the sea

Rubbing at the bridge of his nose, Remi tried to remember. The dream was already beginning to slip away from him, as dreams are want to do, but there were still pieces of it shining in his mind. "It was after Ronin died." Remi said, voice even. It was long enough after the captain's death that the wound had healed—in no small part thanks to Sam's presence in his life—and now he could speak about his friend without so much sadness. "Do you remember that first day? When I told you to leave? In the dream you did leave, instead of staying. And ... you left me this note saying you thought it would be for the best."

Scrunching his nose, Remi nodded with an adoring smile. He let his fingers gently caress wordless patterns against Sam's back as he leaned up to press his lips against Remi's, sighing greatfully into the soft and familiar affection.

I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finally
What if you were the one for me? I hope you weren't the one for me