Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
[She's talking about other stuff again, other people, and it makes Cris feel like maybe he was saying something wrong. Maybe he's saying his stuff is worse, which he don't mean. Maybe he's saying one thing is worse than the other. He can't keep it all in his head, and he feels bad, like he made some mistake he can't figure out.] Sorry. I didn't mean that. [He don't know if he said anything, but if he did. He needs to talk about other people, so he tries. But, he almost wonders if this is what Sam feels like, when he tries to offer her perspective, like how she said he makes her feel like she's wrong in her opinions.—He frowns at the thing about Daniel.] I think I'd notice people gettin' eaten, nena. I'm pretty sure, anyway. [She don't seem to pick up on the thing about Daniel either, about him saying 'good for you,' so he drops that too. He leans into Sam.] You can do it. If it'll make you feel better—if it'll keep her away, do it. I won't tell the sheriff, huh? [He gives her a weak smile.] I'm sorry if I said somethin' that made you think I don't think—that made you think I was sayin' some things are worse than others. I can't get my head to work right. That ain't what I woulda meant. [And honest.] I don't actually care, in this second, about 'em. I just wanted to cry a lil bit and feel bad about myself, that's all.
[As for Lou.] I was thinkin'a Hunter, but he's hurt now, and I ain't puttin' him with Lou. And you can't tell me he won't hurt us. Last time he knocked you out, nena. Didn't hurt you, no, but that still ain't okay to do. The thinga his works by reactin' when he's in danger, or when it thinks he is, anyway. I get that. [He holds Sam's wrist and she looks up at him.] You are bein' supportive. Sam. [He shakes his head with that thread of a smile.] You're helpin' me. I get you think you should be able to help me and I should feel better and dance or I dunno, but nena, it don't work like that. You're helpin' me feel better. Right now. I was cryin' before. I felt lost before. Least I got enougha myself back now to just wanna shit talk Meredith, ¿sí? I know it don't look good on me, but it's better than drownin'.
[She curls against him. She starts shivering and Cris sits back up, pushing offa his good foot, rubbing his hands down her arms.] You okay? [The question don't matter so much when she's shaking like that. Plus,] Cállate. Don't tell me what I want you to say. I wanna know what you'd do.