Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
[There's no maw. Least he don't see one, and if he thought he'd just cracked them open, he'da been a lot more worried. As it is, he don't feel it, what she's feeling. Her fingers are hard on his cheeks and he lifts a hand to hold her wrists together, in a kiss of blue veins, and he smiles at her, huh? He doesn't want her to pull away or to think that now, even though she still needs him, he can't be there. He doesn't want anya that, but he knows—he knows, even when she tells him she don't think anything different.
Her desperation worries him.] It's okay, mami. Te prometo que todo estará bien—is fine. You didn't make me feel helpless. You don't. That's not what I meant. You hafta understand—if you made stuff worse, anything, it woulda happened whether you knew or not, and we wouldn't be here, huh? But, we are. You make me feel better, 'bout everything. I just haven't told nobody in a long time. That's all it is. It's not anything you're doin' or not doin'.