Re: Visiting the Hospital
Nobody was buying that Sam was okay, but nobody was saying nothing about it and maybe that was almost the same. Cris smiled at Lou, ignoring whatever suspicion Daniel was lobbing his way, acutely awarea the guy's arm beneath Sam's, and he was holding out a hand to help Lou with the bags.
"You're a lifesaver, asere," Cris assured Sam's brother with a grin. "Whatever it is." He was about to ask everybody if they wanted to come up, his attention split as many ways as there were people, and he caught the small voicesa Sam and Daniel—as well as that glance in dark, querying blue when Sam looked his way. He turned on his feet toward the pale pair. If he thought something was weird 'bout how Daniel was acting, he didn't say nothing 'bout that either. Sam's explanation sounded as made up as anything, so he stepped closer again, to more fully settle his palm low on nape beneath tendriling blonde, bending once to kiss the crowna her head.
She wasn't wrong—Sam. Joey was doing good, as good as she could be doing, huh? And she was eating. But, Sam wasn't good at lying or even fudging, and it all came out sounding false.
"She's puttin' on weight already. She's fussy, but that just means she takes after her ma." He squeezed Sam's neck. "I can take you in one at a time, if you wanna see her." Nobody was asking—or seemed worried—'bout Joey looking like Neil, which Cris thought was interesting, but it coulda been that they were all mirroring his own ease 'bout it, knowing he might be different, if Joey was as white as alla them. Or maybe they were just polite. Or they'd forgotten, eacha them too wrapped up in their own stuff (and wasn't that the problem). "Do we wanna go up?"