Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
Maybe if she only started hearing thoughts because she couldn't see, then that would go away if she could use her eyes again. [Sam tries to sound positive about it, like maybe there's something good, but it doesn't come out real believable. Just like she believes Lou WOULD hire a hitman, yeah? Her brother can get hella protective over people he loves, and she knows Lou loves Cris. It's not even that she doesn't think Meredith deserves it, because she does think Meredith deserves it. But Lou's soul doesn't need that shit, and Cris doesn't need to be responsible for it either. She still remembers how Cris was after Micah, yeah? Nah, he doesn't need that kinda blood on his hands. And she ISN'T more worried about Lou or Meredith, but those are things she can do something about, yeah? The only thing she feels she CAN do is break Meredith's nose, threaten her, tell her to stay away. She doesn't know how to make it better for Cris otherwise, but it's not that she doesn't care.] Don't say that shit. That you gotta get over it. We both know it doesn't work like that, that it isn't like that. [Tentative.] You could press charges or something? It's still close enough that you can do it, yeah? [She knows there's time limits for stuff.] Or would it be worse, saying stuff she did? I don't want it worse. I just don't know how to make you feel better when she's being a shit and fucking with you, not if I can't break her face and scare her off again for a while.
[And the Lou thing, comparatively, is easier. At least immediately.] Ok. So I guess we tell him he's staying. [She doesn't sound happy about it, but she doesn't know what the fuck else to do. Iris is no help, yeah? Daniel is no help. They're kinda on their own with Lou killing people, which is scary. Not bigger than the Meredith thing, but still scary.
He doesn't talk about Iris more, so she drops the strange observations from nowhere.
He talks about ropes and stuff, and she glazes over a little when he talks about it a lot. She knows about burn marks, yeah? She just didn't know the words, and she find herself wishing his fingers were still around her wrist. He reiterates he didn't make the marks, and she just rubs at her wrists over and over and over and over too hard. And it's better to talk about him staying home, because she thinks it'll be good for him. She can tell he's pulled in too many directions, yeah?] I'm not terrified. I don't wanna think about me. I'm fine, yeah? I want everything else to calm down and be ok. [Which isn't even a lie, and it isn't an exaggeration. But his question, after that nip at her throat that makes her giggle loud, leaves her looking at him confused.] It depends who's hurt worse, I guess. Or on who needs more.