Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
[He screams and he shakes her, and she knows they're going in circles, yeah? She knows she hears shit different than he's saying. She knows he doesn't get that saying she needs more than he can give, it only makes her think she might be too fucking much or something. Not for the first time, she wishes she was good for him. Better, yeah? Not all FUCKED like she is.
She stands, and she looks down at him. Her face is flushed red, bright with emotion, and her hair's a fucking mess. She rubs at her bruised wrists unthinking.] I TOLD YOU A THOUSAND FUCKING TIMES YOU'D BE HAPPIER WITH SOMEONE WHO WAS LESS OF A FUCKING MESS. [She insists it LOUD, even though she knows it only marginally pertains to what he said. But she's thinking about Bellevue, yeah?] I remember it different, ok? I remember it different. [Rosy or something. Who knows? But she puts her hands on the arms of his chair, bends over and gets right in his fucking face.] You're going home when you're done here, and you're getting OFF your fucking knee. I'm making dinner. AND WE AREN'T GONNA SCREAM AT EACH OTHER. [Lou was forgotten in the moment.]