Re: Sonrisa: Sam A & Cris M
"Te dije antes, you can't have the good thingsa people's without the bad, huh? What I did, it wasn't good, but it's a parta—it's...—it's a parta who I am. And maybe, usually, it's good I'm the guy that will follow you, the guy who wantsta be there. Pero, that don't change, y, sometimes, that's not—sometimes it makes me desperate. ¿Entiendes?—And you, you're independent. You wanna do stuff on your own. Maybe for reasons I don't agree with, but you do, and that ain't bad. It just means sometimes you don't ask for help when you should." Another sniffle, fingers painting an ugly bow over belly. "Whenever I think 'bout it, I think... I'm weak, I wanna talk to you, 'cause you make me stronger, huh? Better."
It was a lot, so he stopped there. He got on a roll sometimes, just babbled and babbled, and he did now. There were other emotions to be excavated, paint chipped away, but it was a start. He touched fingers finally to Sam's bottom lip, leaning in, if she let him, to kiss her over toppa that touch and all that paint. Once. Soft.