See yourself through my eyes

Sam just nodded and let Phoebe chide him, guilt not hard to come by in himself. She was right. He had let his need to be wanted, to be desired, take over his concern for Remi. It had been selfish, even if Remi had encouraged him; one of them was severely injured and someone needed to be the adult. He quietly followed behind her, going to sit on the edge of Remi's bed just by his feet and place a distinctly calm and not at all sexual hand on his shin. It was just a little comfort, an I'm here. Despite his embarrassment, the words 'hanky panky' made the corners of his mouth turn up just a little with a glance toward Remi. She wasn't wrong, but he would have never called it that. Deciding Remi was well enough to answer Phoebe's questions (he had, after all, been well enough to make out with him) Sam stayed quiet, looking between them and waiting to see how Remi would describe their night. Samuel I hear in my mind All these voices I hear in my mind All of these words