Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
[The train derails violent. A twisting messa metal, steam, scrap—and Cris' expression is a similar contortiona confusion. On his face, it's more brows drawn down and in, lips a serration. 'Cause he's good—he follows fine, even if he don't see the point where they diverged, and then she's pausing long. It lasts. And what follows in a whirlwind carrya momentum, velocity making words unstable 'round imaginary bend. And that's where she loses him. 'There's a place that takes moms,' she's talking about taking Joey, and very suddenly, Cris feels like the ground's gone from under his feet. Blood floods his face hot as adrenaline kicks in, dilating pupils and palpating heart wild. Fight-or-flight. He recognizes it as it helps numb the dull achea his knee and eats at the cornersa cornea.] No—[He takes a deep breath, forcing his chest to move up and down, against Sam, slow.] I don't want you to leave—e-ever, Sam—[He keeps stopping and starting, and there's a strain for breath in his words. That's hypoxia, brief. Anxiety.] I didn't mean—I just—I wouldn't—[Frustration crackles, gathers thick like static, and Cris is irritated with himself and his inability to speak through whatever emotion is closing his throat. He grabs Sam's hands. That's desperate. Some shrink would find a correlation between Elena, Sofia, and this, but Cris just knows what he feels.] Please, mami, don't leave me. That ain't what I want. It wasn't better when you were in inpatient. [He shakes his head, a lil bit wild, fingers strictured over Sam's, hot on cold.] I—I was—I didn't mean—I'm happy with us. You're what I want, huh? All the partsa you, okay? I get angry. I'm—I got a lotta problems, Sam, and they ain't on you. You... hurt 'causea them and I'm sorry, 'cause I said—I made you think—[He frowns, another battle.] You asked if I... felt emotionally neglected, ¿sí? That was the question? I did, but not 'causea you. It wasn't you. Not like you keep thinkin'. Everything was too much and everything was not enough. ¿Sabes?
[The kiss ends in teeth before she gives that sad lil laugh. The night before's gone. So is Meredith. Right now, the guy clings to Sam. She's all there is and he just wants to understand, wants her to understand. She can't go. She can't think he wants her to go.]