Re: Central & Main: Sam A & Cris M
She had immediate thoughts, huh? Course she fucking did. He told her to shhh, and she did, but she had thoughts immediate. Her first thought was that this was some fucked up mistake, huh? It had to be, and she shook her head hard, blonde whipping cheeks going paler and paler as he talked. It had to be a fucking mistake, because she would remember, yeah? She would fucking remember.
Her second thought wasn't any better, yeah? It was about Iris, about Iris lying, and she got that it made shit worse. She did. She got that. But that thought came and went quick, because HOW much fucking worse could it be than killing someone?? Her skin was pale, pale now, cold under the touch of his fingers on her chin, and her fingers went from clutching jacket fabric hard to just letting it go slow. She was gonna fry. Not Iris. HER. She was gonna fry. She was gonna fry, and this was all gonna look like some lie or some cover up, and everyone was gonna be fucked up because of it.
Just like that, she stopped thinking it wasn't true. Not because she remembered anything, but because he wouldn't lie. He wouldn't lie, and he wouldn't let it get this far if it wasn't true. He probably had those prints checked like ten times or something, yeah?
Her eyes were glassy with shock, and she was calm, despite the tiniest twitch, a harbinger tic of her head to the side. She didn't try for the door or anything. Nah, and she didn't panic. She swallowed hard, and her voice cracked like splintering wood, but she managed to talk good. "Ok. We gotta go back to the jail now? Whatever happens, it's ok," she reassured. This wasn't on him. This wasn't on him to fix. "I love you. It's ok." See, she could be calm and not make stuff worse, yeah? She tucked her knees up to her chest, feet on the seat and arms wrapped around her legs. "We can go now."