Re: Sam A/Cris M
You try to say shit so I'll be ok. Soon, you won't say anything anymore. That's how it fucking works. [She fills out the sketch, adds shadows in the corners, blurred to indicate movement. A bed, too, the one from his bedroom, there, where the booth should be. A woman sitting on it, but only the back of her head's visible - Penny? And, above the bar, the television with the talking woman, moving mouth drawn over and over.]