Re: [Diner: Martins/Daniel]
[Sam did have strength. She was smart and quick, and she was protective and resilient. What Cris was doing, wasn't pandering. It was talking to somebody who was scared and young, getting them to see by degrees. What Cris was doing was prying Sam's head from the sand, but 'cause he did it in inches, insteada all at once, it was pandering or weakness. He woulda argued that, but I know you know that. He was trying, huh? He was going about it the best way he knew how. And, let's be real here, huh? Cris knew Sam better than Daniel, even if the older vampire wasn't ever gonna agree. And they'd gotten through a lot together, by doing it their way. Nobody was pretending the world wasn't fucking ugly. They both knew it was. Ask anybody that'd got eithera their memories. But, Cris knew if they did this Daniel's way, Sam was gonna be running out the door. He was keeping her in the booth, so she could learn what the gringo had to teach, huh? So he didn't end up dead and Sam didn't end up blood-mad.
Cris squeezed his wife against him again. He could tell she was gearing up, huh? Un poquito. One wrong step and Daniel's white ass was gonna be included among the casualties. The guy kissed his wife's temple, even as he was looked at by dark eyes with emphasis.] You can do it, nena. I'll be here with you. If this idiot can do it, so can you, huh? [He was teasing, he smiled a lil, and he reached with his free hand to tap under the gringa's chin, just like he always did.] And least you know now why you've been feelin' off today. And maybe why the hamburger ain't cuttin' it. [He looked at the mess on the plate, then back to Sam. He was fond, huh? If worried. Then, his gaze moved to Daniel, like he was waiting for the guy to start the first lesson. Which hopefully hadta do with feeding.]