Reaching High

"Oh. Well that all sounds very good too. I'm sure you're proud." Sam smiled, trying to rescue his apparently unfairly high expectations for Aoife. Remi did look every part the proud parent and Sam couldn't help but wonder what would happen now that Ronin was back. Would they platonically co-parent? Or...maybe not platonically. That thought made his stomach flip for reasons he didn't really know. He had no way of knowing Remi was considering something so personal and intimate to him and simply politely smiled until he spoke next, his own mind filled with images of Ronin and Remi spooning with Aoife nestled with them, a dragon on the other side and Isla just out of the door. It was cosy. It was...not what the him in the diaries had wanted, and Sam didn't know if he was that man. He did know he was confused whenever he looked into Remi's eyes. "Oh, I see. So..everyone had one? How was it...chosen for you? I did not know man had the power to just give someone a shift. I...read parts of my diaries about the place you've come from. I did not seem to like it much and it seems you didn't either. So if you would rather not speak of it..." Sam placed a hand briefly on Remi's shoulder, meant to be a comfort, an experiment into consolation. Samuel At seventeen, I started to starve myself I thought that love was a kind of emptiness And at least I understood then the hunger I felt And I didn't have to call it loneliness