Rebuilding What Was Lost

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — Sam considered the question, played with it in his mind. Really the answer was yes, that there were moments and conversations and nights he hadn't mentioned, that it had all been so much and he couldn't fit it into one afternoon, but... "No, I d-don't...think so. If I...think of an-anything else, I'll tell you. But...I t-told you most of it. Most of...us." He was honestly a little tired of explaining right now, of relaying information that they had both known well only a few days ago. That, and he feared Remi might have a nervous breakdown if he found out any more. — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.