Sam Guthrie had a bag schlepped over his shoulder, having returned from a run to the store. He stared down the familiar brunette once he figured out who he was against the reflection of the setting sun on the front windows. "Remy," Sam regarded, not quite sure what the other boy had said. Sam felt almost taunted with Remy's french, as if being called something he didn't want Guthrie to understand. Guthrie bit his lower lip and took a calming breath. Usually, he didn't realize he needed it until after the fact. This was nothing short of a miracle when it came to Sam's self control.
He had calmed down from his initial overreaction, helped by the fact that Sam had a good week with Betsy and now Regan. At least, in his own mind. But now here was Remy to bring his world come crashing back down to reality. "Don't play dumb. Plain insultin' ta me." Sam commented about Remy's acting oblivious, brushing past the Cajun on Sam's ongoing path for the front door. He intended to try and honor Paige's request by just letting it go and ignoring Remy for the rest of his life, if possible.