Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
D'you think goin' to lamaze or things like that, group therapy, anya that will help? Do you wanna talk 'bout it with me, or are you worried I won't like it or somethin'? I think she's—a good thing. I want you to feel that too. [Cris feels uncertain, off-kilter maybe 'causea the talking 'bout Pilar, but he tries to get through what's in his head, as best he can.
Back over by his desk, where he's led by Sam's hand, he sits in his chair. Maybe she don't straddle him, but, his legs parted wide, he tugs her into his lap, her ass on one thigh, and she can face forward, or he'll support her, if she swings up, huh? So he's holdin' her. Her fingers feel good and he closes his eyes to the tracery, breathes slow, listening as the gringa talks. Her nose behind his ear feels good too, and he thinks maybe he just needs to be close to her right now, maybe that's what it is.—However she's seated, if she is, he gets his arm 'round her, cheek against hers, if he can.] Sometimes I wanna kiss you with my hand on your throat, [he admits quiet, words tumbling close.] But, I worry it'll scare you. Or I wanna brush your hair or somethin' like that, and it's the same. [And thinking 'bout it for himself.] There's nothin' specific for me, nena. I don't really think 'bout it. Maybe that's unhealthy, but it's been a long fuckin' time. [A shrug.] I don't like takin' pills and I don't like shrinks too much, but I don't think I gotta worry 'bout that when we fuck. [He smiles small before he goes serious.] But, it's my job as much as Pilar that makes me real... adamant that whatever we do, baby, youwanna do it. Not to please me. Not 'cause you're worried I'm gonna bail on you, but 'cause you want it. I—It's selfish, but I don't ever wanna do that to somebody, to you.