Re: [Call: Lou D/Cris M]
[It ain't a jab. If he was jabbing, he'd make sure to draw blood, huh? Nah, mostly he's stressed, Sam lying all over him, more than outta it. He's pretty sure she's 'bout to vomit and he's trying to keep outta the way, while keeping his arm 'round her. There's a mean laugh to his voice when he has the phone back and Lou is parroting agitation in his ear. Like he's got a right, huh?] ¿Es una broma? Me cago en ti. I'm gettin' your sister and me home. [To Sam, infinitely softer:] He said he won't go alone, ¿sí? No tenemos que preocuparnos por eso. Escucha, todo va a estar bien—o... as good as it can be, given, huh? [And back to Lou.] She's worried about you, singao. The shit Daniel was saying, it was like he was gonna hoodwink you into some kinda trap, whether it hurt you or not, for the greater good'n'alla that. Sam was tellin' him no, you should know, you should choose. I'm spitballin' here, but off the toppa my head, It might be the fact that you act real inconvenienced when people care and express it—like they're really ruinin' your evenin'—, that keeps 'em from wantin' to do it at all, huh? I could be wrong. I don't think I am. I'll talk to you later. [Click.]