Re: In-person: Sam A/Cris M
[Neithera them are all that good at agreeable, huh? Too opinionated and stubborn for that.—And it's taken him a long time to get where he is, in his thinking 'bout relationship stuff. Maybe he thinksa it different than Sam, but he's older and he's got experience, and he's got the awareness to know black and white it ain't.] Why am I fulla shit? [He tries to ask her as she catches his lips with hers again, but he goes back under the pressurea her hand, stretching out, on his back.
He smiles when she tells him his five minutes are up, because he knows. He's gonna show up back at work with navy sticking to his skin, and everybody's gonna have their thoughts, when really he was just lying in bed.
Cris listens to Sam, fingers brushing on her cheek as she talks and hides her nose against him.—He looks down at her, catching her grin, and his smile back unfolds slow and smug.] I'll work on bein' better for you. [Playfulness gives way to earnestness, fondness.] Entiendo, mami. Te amo.