Re: Quicklog, Bioshock: Elena M & Cris M
[Cris knew more about Teresa than Elena ever could, and he knew she'd be fine seeing her mom in the hospital, so long as Elena handled it right and told her she'd be fine. But if the woman didn't want to see her daughter, he wasn't going to make her. Cris' eyes were on his ex-wife as she used the wall to prop herself. up.
Whatever snake she was imagining him as, it didn't bother him. Nothing she thought anymore bothered him. She said her goodnight in a whisper, an overdramatic Telemundo farewell, and he didn't say anything to her. He watched her go, making sure she didn't keel over on the way to whatever door she was going to—seeing as she wasn't going in the right direction for the Marvel door, as he was going that way and she was splitting off—but not bothering to ask where or why or with who. The man with the bloody fist, with rough hands on his wife's friend months and months ago that late afternoon in the street—he was gone. Cris' possessiveness, his desire to keep her, was long snuffed out.
He should've told her she had to go to the hospital, but the fight, all of it, down to the bottoms of the roots that held fast in his heart, was gone.