Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
[He smiles, and she thinks maybe she didn't fuck it up THAT bad.] I wish I knew the right thing to say, yeah? [She says it sheepish, because she gets she's not good at it sometimes. She's better at it when it's people she isn't worried about losing, or that she knows but doesn't care about as much. Which is shitty to say probably, but it's true. With him, there's a lot on the line, and that makes a difference.]
I don't like knowing I can fuck shit up and not even know I did it. [She frowns, and despite belly she looks young, standing there with her wrists pressed together, old scars kissing over blue.] Can I ask about sex without you telling me answers that are supposed to calm me down? I wanna know the truth, yeah? [She tugs her wrists free, and she slips her arms over his shoulders quick. She hugs him fast, not thinking about whether or not it's good or right. She has to get on the tips of her toes to do it, and she presses her cheek to his, and then kisses the skin she just warmed with her own skin.]