Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
[It's when she shoves her hands into the pockets that his eyes move from hers, to follow that action, close-up. He knows she's just trying to be respectful or careful, but it almost just reaffirms his quick-built guilt that telling anybody is a good idea. It changes how they thinka you, fundamentally, and while Cris is usually open about his flaws and mistakes and his past, least with the person he's with, he isn't so good at accepting the fact that he's diminished in some way by this specific confession.
She blurts out that she said no, she thinks, and when her chin fights against the insistence of his fingertips, he drops them, back to breastbone.] Why's it shitty to say? It's fine. [That settling on the gringa's sternum is brief, 'cause then the guy moved to shear thumb across her cheekbone.] You can touch me, mami. [And looking down at her.] Nah. I did, once upon a timeāand on occasion, it likes to crop up, but, generally, not really, huh? Like I said, it was a long time ago.