Re: Call: Sam/Cris
[Wow.] She didn't say anya that. I thought it was different—[With understanding, which is maybe surprising,] No wonder he hates her. I never said he couldn't get worked up. He's yelled at me plenty. Somebody should tell her though, 'bout the blood. [A sound as he repositions himself.] How do you feel 'bout seein' her? [And warm.] No, mami. You're fucking gorgeous. [And that's earnest.] I know you don't think so, you think—ah, trashy, that's why guys like you, but it's not like that.