Re: Call: Sam A/Cris M
Okay. Lemme get water. My mouth is dry. [With a breath, he gets up from the bed. Feet pad. Down stairs. Into the kitchen, slap on tiles, the sink runs. He either sticks his head under or splashes his face. It's hard to tell.] I—[Dios. He should not feel as guilty as he does.]—I fucked somebody on the Strip. [And defeated.] I didn't know it was Ash 'til after.