Re: Phonecall: Iris / Sam
[It's quiet in the penthouse. Hella fucking quiet. Abuelita is making some lunch, and the guards are at their stations, one at Sam's open door, and Sam is almost back in the habit of forgetting they fucking exist, like before, like Vegas. She sounds sedated, and she can't even hide that shit. Slow, like her tongue is heavy and her cheeks are cotton-lined.]