Re: Call: Sam/Cris
[He manages to remain coherent.] You don't just hurt me, amor. I'm Catholic, but I ain't a good Catholic. I wouldn't stick around if that's all there was. I'll tell you now, huh? I like you. I want you. I wanna be with you. I'm gonna—We can try this, seein' other people, if it's what you want. And it ain't that I'm not pissed. 'Cause I am. I'm hurt and I'm pissed and I'm goin' to the gym, so don't think I'm absolvin' you, but I get it. You're young, mami. This stuff never ended. You're confused. That ain't somethin' to be ashamed of. That don't make you a fuck-up. It makes you human. Young, drunk, and human. You wanna do right by me, tell yourself that, huh? For me. You ain't disgusting, you ain't a slut. You're just you. And the person I want, is you. Bad stuff, good stuff, alla it. Okay. You don't like people tellin' you what you want and need, don't tell me. 'Cause I know. And just 'cause you don't—just 'cause you don't know 'bout yourself, what you want 'n' need, that's not wrong. I know I'm bad at it, I know I contradict that sometimes, but I... it ain't wrong. Maybe you don't love me. Maybe you don't love yourself. But you like me and you trust me, trust that there are reasons I feel 'bout you the way I do. You don't wanna feel nuts, huh? Me neither. I don't want people tellin' me all the reasons stuff sucks and won't ever work. I know what I am, and it's not nuts. [Exhale.] I ain't nuts, am I?