Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
[Cris ain't so down he's willing to give up easy, huh? He's not cowed like she is just then, feeling small and alla that. Nah. 'Cause this is important to him—prolly as important as it is to her.] But, I... wanna talk to you 'bout your stuff. I wanna know about it. I can tell you're sittin' here, feelin' like—like you know somethin's wrong, but not what to do. That's me too, nena, 'cept you won't talk to me even a lil bit. I know it ain't this way, but it almost feels like a punishment. I know it ain't. But, ...it means a lot to me—a lot to me to be able to talk to you 'bout your stuff and feel like I'm makin' a difference. Does that make sense?
[He shakes his head.] I know what you were sayin', amor. I don't feel pressured. [And earnest.] You don't sleep fine, but I promise I'll wake you up, if I need you. It would make me feel better prolly. Usually, all I need, when I ain't goin' off the deep-end, is just you to touch me, run your hands through my hair, tell me you love me and I'm okay. That's all. [He smiles, almost bright, when she says he don't gotta be afraid when she's around. And he hugs her again, wrapping his arms 'round her and his cheek to hers.] Thank you. [His eyes are damp, but Cris don't care.
He sniffs a lil bit when she starts talking like she's gonna draw away.] I'd like that. Pero—just a minute, huh? Just a minute more. [He buries his nose in beanie and blonde and breathes her in.]