Re: Call: Sam/Cris
[Deep breath in, deep breath out. Then comes that impact—bouncing. He has the ball again.] But, mami, you know what I think. Me, I want—you. I wanna be able to talk to you. To see you. To—[Okay, honesty.]—to fuck you. I know you don't like labels, and thinkin' 'bout it, I don't either. That can be all it is, if that's what you want. But, hey, this is compromisin', huh? We both get a say, not just me. [He's fond.] You still think there must be somethin' wrong, people disagreein'?