Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
[She knows it's not what he means, yeah? She knows, but what comes out of her mouth is what's in her head, and she's not so good at self-control, yeah? It's part of the reason she messes stuff up a lot, because she doesn't know what the fuck to hold back. Or, maybe, she just doesn't know HOW. Maybe she'll learn older and wiser, but she's neither of those things then, yeah? Perched on his thigh and her bare toes not touching the ground.] I need to you to tell me how I messed up so bad before. Not, like, telling me I DIDN'T, and not telling me how it's ok that I did. I need to know what it was, so I can know where to draw the line talking about me, ok? [Because she DOES wanna give him what he wants, yeah? She doesn't wanna fuck it all up in the other direction, which she gets she might be doing.] I know I should be able to just talk and know when I'm being selfish or whatever, but I can't tell. I didn't think I was being bad before, but I WAS, because you felt neglected, and you wouldn't ever fucking neglect me. So, just tell me plain so I know what to do, ok? [And she looks worried. She does, and she looks like she's been sitting on this since going into labor, which she kinda has.]
I sleep fine between feedings. [A little louder, argumentative, yeah? But she blushes hot a second later, like her brain's running faster than her mouth, and she's reacting to words unsaid yet.] I like waking up to you touching me or talking to me, so you can always wake me, yeah? It's one of my fave things.
[The hug is unexpected, and the sniffing is too, and she's actually too surprised to pull away. Instead, there's a smile in her voice, and her fingers reach up to thread through his short hair.] I gotta wear a shirt if Lou's there, huh? [And she kisses his cheek, whatever part of it she can reach.] You don't gotta thank me ever, papi.