Re: Call: Sam/Cris
Just talk. [He scrubs his face, but he's trying hard not to overthink.] I wanna do stuff with you, everything you want. I wanna go places and talk to you, and be able to do it, so that you feel good after, like I'm hearin' you and like I like you and I care about you, and—I know it's important you feel wanted, and I do good with the sex, I think, but the rest. I ain't so good at the rest, I'm realizin'. And Elena was gone so often, maybe I'm no good at doin' the rest, y'know? I don't thinka gettin' gifts or doin' anything other than what I normally do, but it ain't enough. And it—it scares me. It scares me a lot when you lose the sounda hope in your voice 'bout us. 'Cause I don't think it's hopeless, but it sounds like you do and I worry maybe you're seeing stuff I don't or I won't be able to convince you or... no sé. [A self-conscious laugh.] Glad you asked me to talk?