Re: Penthouse: Iris / Sam
[Sam painted, yeah? She was observant. She noticed shit, even with the cotton-lethargy of sedation clouding her eyes and making her slow. She wasn't energy, limbs that had trouble staying still and trouble that got kicked out of everywhere. But she still saw things. She saw how wary her sister was of the guards, yeah? She saw how Iris looked at the opulent penthouse, like she'd seen this kind of shit enough not to be floored by it. She noticed the questions in those watery blue eyes, and she noticed age. But it didn't surprise Sam, not when she'd done the hotel's aging roller coaster so many times that her head still fucking spun some days.
And, this time, unlike Thanksgiving, she had no reason to be pissed because her sister looked better than Sam herself did - which Iris so fucking did.
She pressed two keys this time, ding and ding, right next to each other.] Not today. Neil and Cris are stressed. Lou is sick. Joey's- Joey's gone. I won't make shit worse like that right now. You're a nurse now or something?
[It was a blunt answer or whatever, but she was tired of pretending she wasn't what she was. Ever since Cris had called her on that shit, she'd been done pretending. Fuck it, this was her, and that was just how it fucking was, and no real point pretending she was more than the sum of her fucked-up parts.]