Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
[He ain't gonna argue with her 'bout her siblings. They look at 'em different, and that's fine. He just shrugs at her when her voice goes strong like that in immediate denial. He's more concerned with that shred of guilt that he sees surface in the watersa blue eyes.] Baby, you know this is a similar situation to Iris talkin' to you. People needta talk, I get that. But, you also need somebody who can listen—when they can listen, ¿sabes? Lou wants us to deal with his stuff and I get that, pero—[He lifts his hands a lil bit.] We got a lot on our plates. [It sounds mean, but he ain't sure what else to say. The baby and the ferris wheel are a good distraction, huh?] I know. I kinda watch you two some, huh? [He smiles.] You're good with her. [And she is.
It's slum and streets, but he laughs when she says she went to jail for Iris.] Lo siento. I know it ain't funny. I bet you ain't got any idea how many times I been arrested, huh? [Smug, and he lifts his chin. And him? He just laughs about the ATV. Anything loud and dirty he figures it pretty much up their alley.
Listening for a good thirty second, Cris watches the removala the drawer. His gaze on Sam's ass as she bends down, he scoops up his shirt where it's crumpled on the floor and tosses it to her to tuck around Joey. He'd do it if he could bend down enough to.—He grins up at the gringa when she jams the beanie on his head, and he slumps down some in the chair, hands folded on his belly.] Tighten the gloves. You don't want 'em slipping. [He gestures with his chin. She'll prolly need to pull the velcro down to its last lil strippa grip. Beatific, maybe a lil obscene, he watches her, whatever she's doing.] You needta stand far enough away you can reach it by rotatin' your hips, but, ah, far enough away, you can't hit it without doin' that. [He sucks his bottom lip, brows up, waiting to see if she listens. As for him, he's still sitting, ain't he?]