Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
You'n'me both, amor. [Cris taps under Sam's chin.] I used to think stuff was normal, huh? And here we are. Hopin' a blind girl just hears thoughts and don't regain her sight, and hopin' your brother's possessin' deity treats him okay. [He laughs a lil bit and says a prayer, fingers touching at La Caridad quick and reflexive.—And, hey, least his sheriff comment gets a smile outta Sam. His own simmers and fails as he listens, but it ain't 'cause he's sad. Just 'cause he gets real earnest. He takes her hands in his, if she lets him.] You ain't. You ain't been real selfish. You talkin' to me now—last night—bein' there, lettin' me hold you, makin' me take a bath, fuckin' me, comin' here when you wanted to go break Meredith's nose—you ain't bein' selfish. You ain't really often selfish, baby, not like you think. I know you ain't ever gonna b'lieve me, but I mean that. [Both their hands in a bouquet, wrapped in each other, and brought up to touch Sam's throat and chin, and Cris leans toward her, if he can.] You bein' here, it helps me. A lot.
[His questions ain't got nothing to do with Lou, huh? And he'd want Sam with Lou less than Hunter. So, yeah, prolly a conversation for later.—Sam's blush helps Cris feel better too, and he kisses her before she can tuck her face away from him.] I love you, [he tells her, lips a sear against hers and his chin prickly. His hands move down her back, under the strapsa her dress, but over the shirt. Her damn beanie's still on his head. It manages to slip a lil bit.
She talks 'bout nightmares, but putting him first, and Cris is still holding her close.] Baby, you gotta see, what helps me is knowin' what's goin' on with you too. Fine, you don't want it to be 'bout you. Why can't it be 'bout me and how I wanna talk to you? How come it can't be 'bout botha us, insteada one person gettin' denied? [He strokes her arms.] I been havin' nightmares a lot too, but I was out last night like a light. Did you have trouble sleepin'? [And after that clarification, he just shakes his head at her, disagreement in a toque.] That ain't true and I don't want no qualifications. I just wanted to know what you'd do. I gave you three scenarios, I think, huh? I got one answer.