Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
[Cris' got no real idea-a Meredith's handwriting. He noticed it was neat on the note, but she's been unable to see for something like a year. That she should be able to write in a straight line seems a given to him. He frowns a lil when Sam brings it up—and more when she says maybe the hallucination made the gringa see again. He dunno how that'd work. Maybe she imagined it alone, but that sure as hell ain't the same thing as seeing. Something about her seeing is almost a smack in the face too, huh? Like it takes something from him, which is prolly stupid, but it's like, a lacka punishment, or it's like she can look at him now, see him again, and just that thought makes his skin crawl again. Sam's fingers to his lips, and Cris clenches his jaw some.] I hope she can't. [It sounds mean. He don't care.] I don't want her to ever be able to look at me again. I know that don't make sense and ain't even... fair, but I don't. [He shakes his head.] I know it's some control thing. It prolly ain't even somethin' I should say aloud, huh? [But, of course, he does.
He's thoughtful when she talks 'bout Lou.] He can come over tonight, huh? I know it ain't the same, but least he won't be alone. I know he's gotta be scared. I feel bad for him. [As for Daniel...] Daniel'll be okay. He's got lotsa people who look after him, even if he can't look after them. [He lifts his brows 'bout Iris.] In love with him, huh? [And more serious. He touches Sam's chin. His tone is apologetic.] I think you gotta think that's true, nena. But, you got those bruises from somewhere, and it wasn't from me. I know what ligatures look like, huh?—Those are from a woman. Prolly Iris. [He spreads out his own hands, much to big to even have full finger marks on Sam's lil wrist. His hands look rough from Hunter, but then again, so do Sam's from the bag.
He pets her hair when she curls up against him more.] That's really gettin' to you, huh? Me gettin' hurt? [He lifts his foot experimentally. 'Course it still fucking hurts. He drops it back down with a grunt.] I'll be okay. I know it don't make you feel better 'bout it happenin'. It is scary. [He tips Sam's head back if she lets him.] Te amo. [It's a lil abrupt, but he means it.] It's okay to be scared about it. I know that also don't make you actually feel better either. I wish I had somethin' better to say. [He looks down.] It's prolly pointless to keep wishin' we lived somewhere where stuff stopped every once in a while. But, I do.