Re: Louis' apartment: Iris, Sam, Cris
[Sam thought that was parenting, yeah? Cris was the same way with Teresita, and she thought that was how it was supposed to be. Kids were small or whatever, completely dependent, and they couldn't put themselves first, so someone else had to. She nodded; she got it, yeah?]
If you need anything, let me know? I know I'm a mess lately, but I'll help however I can, baby. [Whatever she'd remembered, and however shit had gone down wrong in the past with her and Iris, she meant that. Sure, yeah, ok, so she felt inadequate standing there, and it was kind of like Thanksgiving. Kind of, but worse, but that was her shit now. It was shit she carried, that she needed to figure out how to let go of, if life would only stay calm long enough to let her fucking do it.
She tapped the cigarette against her palm, tap and tap, nervous energy, and she wasn't good at staying still, especially when things were fucked up and there weren't any drugs in her system. She bounced from one foot to the next, and she scratched at her arm beneath the waffle-knit of her sleeve.] Do you think he'll give up?
[She glanced up toward the stairs one last time. If Cris didn't come down soon-] I need a smoke soon, yeah? [She motioned to the door.]