Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
[She shakes her head hard when he asks if people still look at her different, because she doesn't wanna make it about her. She's just trying to say she gets it, but she isn't trying to make it about her. She's starting to get that she does that too much. Part of her knew way back, yeah? When she nearly veered into traffic, but it was easy to shove it down hard, to be selfish and forget just how worried she'd been about him that day, even fucked up. Selfish, because she needs it, yeah? HIM, she needs him, but she gets it isn't fair, and she's probably known that all along. Not that she's going to bail or anything, but she can be less selfish about shit, yeah? She can do that.
Determination flashes unspoken in blue, and she cups his cheeks when he says he can't explain, and that he feels helpless again.] How can I make you not feel helpless? Tell me, yeah? So I can do it. I didn't mean to. I didn't fucking mean to, and I don't think anything different, yeah? I fucking swear. [Her fingers press hard against his cheeks, desperation in the pressure against his skin, like she can push on him and undo what she did wrong. It's illogical, yeah? But she mashes up close, like that'll help too, because crowding him makes it feel like this new space isn't opening maw between them.]