Re: In-person: Sam A/Cris M
[He's so good, yeah? So fucking patient, and she just watches him through wide and watery eyes, his thumbs moving soothing against her face, and her crying like she's stupid. Because she doesn't know what she did to deserve him, and she doesn't know what the fuck she'll do if he bails, and that's a constant fucking worry in her head. She knows he'll say no, he won't, but him saying it doesn't change the fear that's built up there. So, yeah, she fucking stares hard at him, blinking lashes when he talks.
Her eyes close when he kisses her cheeks, and she's breathing a little better now, yeah? Calmer, not like a few seconds ago. And she's leaning close, the baby kicking against his belly, and like she doesn't even get that shit is fucked. And she wants what he's saying to be true, yeah? She wants to believe that maybe she won't fuck this kid up royally. But her parents sucked, yeah? She loves them, but they kinda sucked, and she doesn't have any faith she's going to be better.] PTSD means I'm fucked up and scared of shit that doesn't really exist, because my head is messed up bad. [She says it with a LOT of self-loathing, and then she chews inside her cheek and opens her eyes. She looks at him long, and she talks tentative.] Can I ask you for something you won't like?