Re: Call: Sam A/Cris M
[His pause is probably guilty. He was moving, but the sounds of shifting in sheets stills in a breath. His voice comes muffled, like he's lying face first on his pillow.—The scoff reminds him of wet.] I thought she was you. I—I stopped it, when I realized she wasn't. But, I still... touched her. And she wouldn't... [Sleep or something more, his words are rough.] Dios, Sam, I'm sorry.