Fix This (Me)

"Mhmm." Sam didn't bother to hide the way his eyes follow the line of Remi's body up and down as he got dressed, wished they were somewhere private and had a lazy morning to waste so he could do something about the rather obvious point around the middle of his view. But they weren't, and he couldn't, so he just made a note in his mind to pay Remi back later and got out of 'bed' himself. He had dressed a while ago and so was ready to take the hand when it was offered, stepping out of the alcove and holding Remi's hand, guiding him up to the shrine. Sam found himself a little nervous at the idea of it, having had a rather terrible experience last time he had prayed, but he knew he could find The Voice here. "It's...for me." And it was, but it was also for Remi, just a little. Sam did want this change himself but it was hard to shake the notion that he would be more attractive with a more confident cadence. As they reached the shrine he knelt and indicated Remi should do the same. With his hands laid on his knees neatly he looked up at the altar and spoke softly. He knew he did not have to be loud for the voice to hear. "Um...Th-The Voice. This is...th-the man I told you of. I hope...you d-don't mind him being here. I was hoping we c...could talk." Samuel Well he's torn himself to pieces and each night he feels the itch To grab the needle, thread and scalpel. He'll gather, slice and stich And he'll build a brand new person where the current person sits Until he's nothing but a patchwork of other people's greatest hits