Re: In-person: Sam A/Cris M
[He trusts her. Maybe he ain't supposed to. And it's not that he's not careful, or that he don't think exposure to availability, and alla that, needs to be minimized. It's not that he don't think she don't need therapy or the pills. He knows she does. He knows she can't get off the stuff on her own, but he trusts her. He knows it's hard—and he knows she might trip, but Cris feels, deep, that it's gonna be okay. Maybe it's La Caridad's weight back 'round his neck or maybe it's something else, but it's what he believes. It's plain on his face.
Sam shudders with that breath, she curls forward, nose to the guy's shoulder, and he cradles the backa her head, rubs his thumb through blonde.] I know. You're still real worried, huh? 'Bout what's gonna happen when she comes out, maybe not lookin' like me? [He turns his cheek toward her, toward where she presses her nose.] Or you more worried 'bout you callin' your guy again?