Re: In-person: Sam A/Cris M
Do we still write at least? [He takes her weight. He unfolds onea his arms, brings it up to touch fingers to her chin.] I'd like it, if you did, huh? And I'd tell you. I like you to know where I am. 'Less you don't want me to—tell you, for some reason. [Brushing knuckles along her jaw.] I know you ain't kiddin'. It's weird. I get it. You can ask whatever you want.