Rebuilding What Was Lost

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — He didn't really care for being placed into an impromptu group with Loren and Ianto, both people that he considered distant rivals, but Sam just nodded. If that was how Remi needed to work it out, he would allow him. "I d-don't remember." The night when he'd told Remi he loved him was a blur to Sam, just a flash of emotions and panic; if Remi had thanked him it didn't come immediately to mind. His hand was rejected and Sam sadly moved it back to himself, realising he had been expecting the warmth of Remi's fingers; now that he did not have it he felt impossibly cold. The question clearly was one he was not comfortable with, Sam taking a moment to answer and a sip of tea. "Um...w-well you n..never said it. But...I think...maybe. A few ni-nights ago, you stayed at m-my home and..." Remi seemed to have relaxed a little so Sam decided to give the full story. "We made lo-love. And...when you were h-holding me after. You k-kissed my hair and I felt--" He was rambling. "...But you never s...said it." — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.