Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
[He helps. It isn't that he doesn't, but she's too fixed on helping HIM to really let him help her. It isn't HIS fault, yeah? It's her new decision to be less of a burden or whatever, and he might say that's just more of that Alexander martyring, but she doesn't know what else to do. She won't let shit get bad like when she was knocked up, yeah? She won't let that blindside her again, and she won't let him feel like he did then. That's important to her. But feeling better, really feeling better, it's about dumping on him in a way she won't do.
He feels good against her back. She knows it's too much weight for him just then, but he feels good and, weak, she lets her self have that for just a fucking minute. Maybe a little longer, and he's saying to talk, to say whatever's there. She turns, yeah? Looks at him.] I really want you to sit down, yeah? We should talk about you, about why you were punching the bag, about what's going on with you. That's what I want, yeah? Ok? [She runs her sweaty and ruined hands over his arms, elbows up to his shoulders.] Ok? That's what I need. And for you to sit down, yeah? Get off that knee.