Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
[Yeah. Yeah, it's all that. And she knows he's got stuff too, yeah? And she's trying hard as fuck not to be selfish about it. Today, his stuff trumps. He's hurt, and Meredith is fucking with him, and it's that last part that worries her more than all the fucking rest. More than brothers and sisters and friends wandering in the woods. More than the baby even, yeah? Because she thinks the baby would be pretty hard to fuck up permanent at this point, as long as she's being fed or whatever. But Meredith, Meredith is like Micah coming back, or like Ian coming back, and it's that same shit that can break you insidious and quiet, and he pretends he's strong all the time. She gets that being strong is important, but that doesn't mean this shit doesn't fuck with him.
Which is why she's gonna break Meredith's nose, yeah? Just as soon as she gets a chance.
She just shakes her head and sniffles when he apologizes or whatever, because it's ok, and she doesn't need the apology. It's no big deal, yeah? It's nothing.
Smacking the bag sucks it up. Maybe it's stupid, but it does. She doesn't even notice him moving, because she's so lost in the swings that are making her shoulders and elbows ache from impact and hitting bad. But even that pain feels good, which is maybe weird. It's him talking that makes her blink back tears and ugly sobs, and she looks up and meets his gaze with her waterlogged one. More shoulder, he says, and she nods jerky. More shoulder, and she swings and manages to put weight into it, make the bag move a LITTLE at least. She does it again and again and again.]