Re: In-person: Daniel W/Sam A/Cris M
[Cris is already taking his own coat off, one-handed, as best he can, as he's tugged, Sam kissing Daniel's cheek.—He untwines their hands, to settle the thing over Sam's shoulders, an annoyed look shot at the gringo for the pat that, unsurprisingly, Cris don't miss.
He reaches to fish his keys outta the pocketa the transferred coat, and he loops his arm 'round Sam's shoulders. He talks to her sweet.] Si te vuelve a tocar, voy a estrangularlo con su propia cobija. [And to Daniel, as they get to the door and Cris opens it.] Night.