Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
[She's quiet while he talks, and it's when he says that thing, the one about it being ok to touch him, that she moves. Not away or anything, but her arms flap up and down. It's an ugly flutter of palms and fingers, and they smack against her sides and thighs on the downswing. It's agitation, yeah? Mashed close and without breathing room. Because she gets it, yeah? Him not wanting shit to be different. She gets that on a level that's bone deep, and she still knows she's doing it.]
I couldn't fucking STAND how people looked at me after Ian. Micah wasn't so bad, yeah? No one I know found me, and no one I knew saw me until I was already patched up. But after Ian, since he'd sent photos or whatever, everyone looked at me different, and I couldn't fucking stand it. I know, yeah? I know, and I- I just don't want to do anything that makes you think of her, yeah? [She lifts her gaze finally, inky eyes wet, and she feels like a fucking asshole. Selfish, yeah? Making him always deal with her problems, and never realizing he had this going on, and that he'd never told her.] Did you not tell me because I don't let you talk about yourself enough?