Re: Park: Cris/Sam
[Cris put Joey back in her seat easy, and he clipped her in, knowing she was at the stage she might try to shove herself out, and he stood too.] How am I supposed to feel like it's okay for me to be a mess, when whenever I am, you want me to go—to do somethin'—to leave, to whatever. That's not how I do things! [He was in the gringa's face.] Fuck you! You want me to tell you things, just so you can push me the fuck out the door? Why would I say anything! I know you worry, I worry—pero, c'mon! There isn't no easy fix. You say it like you b'lieve it, you say it's okay and you love me, then THIS? What am I supposed to think???