Re: Call: Sam & Cris
[Lighter, brief.] You think I'm fucked up, s'at what you're sayin'? [He stands up offa the wall and starts to pace a bit, cord tracking with him. Trying to keep objective.] Did you wanna tell him, so he... came and helped? Or did you just wanna a way outta New York, some place to live? It's okay—it's okay, if you want him involved. I get it. [He blinks. And like it never occurred to him, 'cause it didn't.] Do you wanna do that? Give it away or—abort it?