Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
It's gonna be okay, baby. [She knows, and he knows she knows, but he does mean that. He can't promise it'll be painless, but he can promise it'll be okay. She don't think he can, that he's got no grounds, but he thinks he does, abundant between chambers in his heart, and he tells her it firm.] I'm gonna be right there. You can smack me all you want. [He smiles for her, and he's all too aware she's being good, huh? Better than him. She won't look at him, but she don't really gotta do anything to make him hot. That isn't how he works, unfortunately. So, she hides under the cow hood and he's hot, and she moves her knee, and he would frown, a lil bothered maybe by how good she's being, 'cause he can't manage it, but...] Okay, mami.
[He touches her knee light and she keeps hiding. He starts to smile when she peeks out, but by then, she's kissing his jaw and standing and his hands are falling back to his lap, empty. He sinks a bit lower in his chair, agitation on black features—obvious that it's 'cause she's pulled away. But, even that boils away when she blushes.] Sí.[He actually holds up his hand, and the ring is there, where the one for Elena had been a year ago, and he smiles sweet and a little bashful too.] Thank you. [He wants to keep talking 'bout it, but she's already idling near the door, so he just kicks a foot out at her as best he can.] Scram, before I pull you back on my lap and decide I wanna milk you. [He laughs.
And when she does go, he gets that camera out she got for him, and he starts fiddling with it, deciding he's gonna come home and get at least one snapshotta her in the black-and-white.]