Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
[He scratches his chin, the budding of a beard starting to shadow there, his cheeks, and jaw. Sam's eyes are an oil-wet blue, but she folds into his lap. Her thumb and finger on his chin don't manage to soften the chip on his shoulder, not yet. His lips peel away some from his teeth when she tells him not to talk to Meredith.—But, her fingers to his cheek do it. He crumples a lil.] I just don't get it. [He'll come back to Iris. In a moment, huh?] What's she even tryin' to... do?