[Webster's: Cris, Daniel & Sam]
Cris thought this was a bad idea. Not causea not seeing Daniel or nonea that. Nah, that was a good idea, for Sam's sake. It wasn't like he hadn't noticed that she was kinda cut of from everybody. But, it was a bad idea just cause he remembered the time Daniel went completely loco and locked his, Cris', friend in a basement for going on a month and used him as a kinda human blood bag. A parta the guy worried that offering Daniel his humanity, even (or especially) for a lil bit, a minute, a second, would be catalyst enough to send the vampire into another kinda spiral, and then what, huh? Cris didn't have no answer for that.—But, the guy was stupid or he had hope, or both. 'Cause he sure as hell was holding onto the idea that the worst-case scenario wouldn't happen. Otherwise, he wouldn't be here. And he wanted Sam to see her friend too. There was that. Even if her friend kinda irritated him in a lotta ways.
Dressed in his gray hoodie and coat, with a paira jeans and some boots that were unlaced at the ankles, he shuffled over to Webster's Vinyl with his wife. Even with the manifestationa... whatever it was he could do, he still felt the cold. He didn't get that lucky, huh? Nah. The cold did more than nip too. It was ravenous. But, Sam traipsed along like she couldn't feel it trying to tear at her flesh. Cris thought maybe he shoulda insisted upon, I dunno, a track jacket or something, for the sakea appearances, 'cause, after all, this was a small town and they were walking 'round at night. Somebody was gonna see and they were gonna wonder why the girl from the art store who killed somebody a couple Easters ago was running 'round in a t-shirt in the middlea December. Pero, it was too late now, huh? They were already at Daniel's doorstep, they'd prolly already been seen, and now she was yelling.
Cris covered an ear with his hand, though it was mostly teasing. He was real used to Sam's lacka volume control. "Ay, I can just go in and ask, huh?" He tapped under Sam's chin as he took his shoulder to the door, hand to knob, and let himself into the music shop, if he was able.