My mind is where it bent

The items scattering and dragging across the floor slowed to a halt as Remi began to speak, Sam lifting his head to listen. But he quickly dropped back down into a curled up mess, crying further. Remi still didn't understand. He was still making excuses. Didn't he see what a betrayal it was? To, only hours after Sam had confessed his love, go to do something distinctly sexual with someone else? Had they consummated the lust from the bite? Had Remi touched Isla the same way he touched Sam? Moaned the same way? Had she been better? "Y-you c-c-c-co-" Sam shook his head and tried to gather himself, his stuttering voice impossibly quiet under the stack of items around him already. "You cou-couldn't have done anything else? Br-bring her down here? Gi-give her a ma-magic weapon? I know you can. D-don't...don't insult me by...by pretending this wasn't for you too. Please." Could he not see how selfish he was being? How utterly cruel? Samuel Skin too tight and eyes like marbles You spin me high, so watch me as I glide Before I tumble homeward, homeward