Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
[Cris' been there, huh? Tamp it down, tamp it down, tamp it down. And it always comes back in some kinda eruption. He's aware Sam is purposefully avoiding the stuff about her night, 'cause, he assumes, she's both afraid and she's got the same bad habit Cris hasa looking at everybody else first, and bleeding out trying to help them, insteada yourself. It's hard. 'Cause there always is shit. In this town, in New York, everywhere, and it can be hard to make yourself a priority in that, huh? You got a sister who's crying at you 'bout the guy she handed you off to. You got a brother who's possessed and killing people, which ain't a small thing. Then you got an infant, who needs you more than everybody else combined. And all those people you're trying to help, they don't ask 'bout you, not really. More than being tiring, it just is kinda impossible to figure out what comes first, after the baby, of course. Cris gets that. And like everything else, he's trying to MAKE time, so he can TAKE time in getting Sam to talk about it, here and now. It's just a slow thing.
He didn't mean to make her feel bad 'bout her pride. He's prouda her too.] Lo siento. I wasn't tryin' to make you feel bad. I mean it, huh? [The rap sheet, the stuff he's done, she don't ask after it, so it don't matter. She goes to that bag, and she swings.
It ain't a good throw, but her form ain't bad, and Cris is about to say something, but she goes again. And he knows what it looks like when whatever band insidea you snaps and you freefall, 'cause he's been there too many times to count. Without saying nothing, he lurches to his feet, a small wince for the speara pain in his knee. He circles 'round, so he's behind the bag, and he holds it as she pummels it, looking at her, at the wild falla her hair, the drowning look in her eyes. He's quiet.] Hey. [The bag shudders next to his cheek. Cris knows he prolly looked just like her right before she came in. He don't touch her yet. She can keep hitting the bag.] Put more in your shoulder, less in your arm.