Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
[Once upon a time, Cris thought he helped, huh? When Sam was feeling down like now. He could get her outta herself a lil bit, through talking or something. Thinking on it know, he ain't so sure he wasn't being helped a lot by her habit, huh? Maybe what he thought was him, wasn't. That'd take a minute to swallow.—He's trying, huh? He's trying, but he can tell he's 'bout as effective as her fists are on that bag. But, least he knows she always feels a lil bit better just being around him, so there's that anyway.
She's leaning against him some, trying to breathe through hiccuping sobs, and when her eyes open on his like two blue wounds, he kisses her temple, exhaling through his nose into blonde. He hums a lil bit, swaying (a lil jerkier than normal), with her against him, not arguing with her 'bout that lie she keeps feeding herself like cake.] I'll talk to Lou, [he says after a minutea the lulling quiet.] Talk to me, cariño. Say whatever's there, huh?