Re: Library: Cris/Sam
[It did feel safe in the car, sealed off and isolated from everything. But, that happened. It happened when it was just them, away from the clawinga everything else. It mighta been temporary, but Cris needed it too. He needed the buoy she provided. And maybe it didn't make sense, for this 40-year-old, over six feet tall, ex-cop to need the lil gringa next to him to feel safe, but he did. Even her looking out for him on the forums did that.—One hand off the wheel, and he placed it on toppa Sam's and squeezed.
With a laugh.] You try to keep that kid sittin', nena. It's a job. [Joey was growing fast. It made Cris miss Teresita more than he already did, and it made him miss the days that hadn't even come yet, if that was possible.—But, talka Etain/Meredith guillotine'd his lil smile pretty quick. He wasn't mad about that. He furrowed his brows, focused as they neared the park.] I know, I know. I been thinkin' about it. I won't be. I'll tell Atticus too. He knows about Meredith. I got on his ass just the other day for bringin' up the dog in that anon's post. Poor guy. [He turned into the parking lot, the car bumping up over changing asphalt.] He won't make me do nothin' I don't wanna, I know that. [He bit his bottom lip.] Lemme show you what I said to her, huh? [He looked at Joey conked out like she was.] Should we get out?