Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
[The thing is—Cris is up to it, huh? Right now, he is. She just keeps deciding he ain't. Over and over.—He regrets ever saying anything about how hurt he felt in the car on the way to the hospital, 'cause clearly, they ain't gonna get past it for a good long while. Sam gets stuck on her scars and he shoulda seen that coming. She asks him not to ask her to unload on him, and Cris' expression goes visibly pained.] I—[He doesn't know what to say, he he don't say anything. She wants him to let her do this, so he lets her do this.
She hugs him and touches his shoulders. Her lips feel nice on his cheeks.] Your therapist ain't stupid, huh? [It seems important she not think she couldn't be helped. It'd pretty much become a self-fulfilling prophecy.] Nah, I don't really wanna talk about it. The specifics don't make no real difference. I think it's just an aftereffect, just a producta how I was raised, and I just gotta live with it. [He don't sound self-pitying. The nightmares are something he came to terms with, in a sense, a long time ago. Sleeping has never been a respite for the guy.—He smiles back at her smile.] You don't sleep enough as it is, cariño. I'm okay. En verdad. I've had 'em my whole life, huh? It's how I sleep. [He brushes knuckles across her jaw.] I think I just got a lotta fear in me and that's where it plays out.