Re: Call: Sam A/Cris M
Maybe I'll chill when I hit forty. You prepared for that? [Still encouraging, huh? And very curious.] Lemme see it. You can't leave me hangin' like that, gringita. I'll like it. If you like it, I'll like it. [He smiles at that sounda hers.] You say that like I can forget either way, huh? I want you to remember too, gordita, that I want you and not her. Does onea 'em make you remember more? [He goes for soothing.] Mami, we can close the bedroom door. She ain't gonna know. You worried 'cause it's Teresita or you worried in general? 'Cause Joey's gonna go through the same thing. Pero, if you really don't wanna do nothin', I'm not gonna make you, huh? I just don't want you to think it's the only option you got, okay? [Now he thinks 'bout what she says, 'bout if he died, and it takes him a minute.] Twenty years on, you'd find somebody else, mami. I'd want you to. Even if that possessive parta me wants you to remember me, to never let anybody in or let 'em fuck you as good as me, I would want you to be happy, whatever that meant. I'm not sayin' I don't miss Sofia, or that those first couplea years, I woulda said I didn't love her. Or that I'd even say it now. Just that—once somebody's gone like that, it changes. It has to if you wanna remain sane. ¿Sabes? [He gives her the teasing, in case he's riling her up.] You wanna watch The Wedding Planner, we'll watch The Wedding Planner. I don't mind the cheesy stuff, huh? [He laughs a lil at her confessions and their vehemence. He even smiles through the Neil stuff. In the end, sappy as hell, he just says:] Te amo.