Shoot The Messenger

Remi's dogged insistence that he would protect Sam resurfaced, and it did make him smile, even though he still wasn't sure he believed the best thing to do was tell everyone. Remi could not always be with him. As much as the thought still stung sometimes, he was not the priority in Remi's life, and likely never would be; he had a husband, a child, a guild - Sam had thrown out his chance to be fully in his life. The words that came after and interrupted his thoughts immediately had him shaking his head with an embarrassed smile, but a smile nonetheless. "W-well. I don't...um. Thank you." A moment's more quiet passed, and Sam considered leaving; he looked to Remi and chewed at his lip. "You do look very tired, Remi. It's late. Perhaps...do you need someone to look after Aoife or the guild while you go and rest? I do not mind staying to help." Samuel I'm starting to wake from silent sleep I'm starting to break and I can grieve