Re: Call: Sam A/Cris M
[Confused, he just waits for her to get it all out, feeling guiltier with every passing word.] I just... I'm sorry. I... I don't want you to think stuff, bad stuff, about how I feel, 'cause I know you. You think I don't hear it in your voice, but I do, and I can hear you sittin' there, thinkin' I just said somethin' I didn't, and—and I just want you to know the truth. And I feel like, if I don't say it, you'll doubt it. And, mami, you doubt so much. I'm not tryin' to rush you, really, I'm not—and I don't—I don't need everything from you, huh? Sure, I want whatever, but I don't need it and I'm not askin' for it, and I want you. I want you and I want you to know that. I don't want you to ever think it's otherwise. Is... Do you still wanna see me?