Re: Call: Sam A/Cris M
Mami, I say somethin's wrong, and you decide it's you. You decide you're—I dunno. Anything. And then you won't say anything to me. [He knows he's not making sense, so he slows down.] It don't matter, nena. I'm always gonna worry. I can't stop it. I know bad stuff's goin' down and all I want is to be close to you, so I can try and—so I can hold you if you need it. And now, I can't even talk you through it, huh? 'Cause I'm all messed up. I got Lou in one ear, Neil in the other, Trystan over here. Seven, Liam. And I don't want 'em. Anya 'em. Then MK's sayin' somethin' 'bout you thinkin' I'm into Trystan and you won't say nothin' bad 'bout him, in case, you, I dunno, turn me away, and it ain't like that, and I dunno how to make you see it. He wrote to me, huh? 'Bout Liam. Called you a cunt and all I wanted to do was kick his teeth in. He knows. I yelled at him not long ago and told him I wasn't gonna fuck him, 'cause he kept callin' me a mark, and I just—I know you think—Can we just—I—I'm just havin' a real shitty day, nena, and it feels fucked up to even say that, knowin' the day you're havin', Liam's havin', everyone's havin'.