Re: In-person: Sam A/Cris M
[He knows he can't change the fears that live in her, huh? Just by saying, over and over, that he's not going anywhere. He knows, but it's all he can do, so he does it. He don't mean to make her feel like he's discounting the realitya that fear—or discounting how shitty it is to feel that way. He isn't trying to invalidate nothing. It's just—he wants to reassure her. It's all he can do.
He puts his palms down between them after kissing Sam's cheeks, placing 'em on her belly, feeling the little feet kicking out, and he smiles dumb at that, looking up more serious when Sam's voice goes thick with self-loathing.] Nah, that ain't it. I been told I got it, or had it, I dunno. You think I'm fucked up? [He tries to give her a smile.] Sí.