In Desperate Need of a Hug [Open]

Whether you stutter or not, you're still you Sam. That wasn't what made you who you are. Sam nodded just slightly, blinking his way through the tears. She was probably right. Once, as a child, he had not stuttered; it had been a habit that had grown from the years of anxiety and panic in his youth, something borne from trauma and not nature. If it had been a part of him, it was a part of him he was willing and ready to shed. He had to remember that. Hearing the word forgot repeated back to him with such sympathetic shock brought a sudden fresh wave of tears from him. Oh Gods, Remi really had forgotten him. What had happened between them, the first love he'd ever known...it may as well have never have been. "No, he...I saw how he looked at me. Normally Remi is sweet, has this..." Sam gestured vaguely around his face. "Look in his eyes, like everything will be alright. But when he told me to leave...I just saw...cold hatred. That's all he feels for me now. And why wouldn't he? All he remembers is me insisting we had something. I'd hate me." He shook his head, sighed, wiped at his eyes. "And I shouldn't be saying all this to you. You have enough of your own going on, Phoebe. You don't need to worry about me as well." Samuel I'm starting to wake from silent sleep I'm starting to break and I can grieve