Re: Penthouse: Iris / Sam
[There was only one person that Iris was trying to hide from, and that person wasn't Sam. She let her sister look, to use that artist's observation, to draw conclusions that she knew would be drawn. They could talk about it later, if it came up.
She kept her hands to herself after that first press of piano key, letting Sam's fingers be the only one drawing out the sound. She split her gaze between those keys and the side of Sam's face - looking. She didn't see the same way a painter would, but she saw the way a nurse would. The signs of lost health and addiction. They made her worry, but it was an unvoiced concern. Until Sam confirmed that the window or drugs (while not a danger that day) might sometimes be. And she might have asked more about that, but then Sam countered with her own question. So Iris nodded.] For a few years now, yes.