Re: Louis' apartment: Iris, Sam, Cris
[Cris did come down soon. There was only so much floating bed. He heard Sam saying something about a smoke. The kid clattered in front of him on the shrunken stairs, down into the small living room, and into the kitchen, and he followed, his gait long, purposeful as always. Just as the bulbs that probably cost more than any new fridge or stove shined their white wattage on him from well-hidden, strategic locations throughout the small space, he looked from Sam to her sister and back. He looked one more time at his watch on a twist of wrist.] I gotta go. [A lie, but one without guilt. Iris and TJ had food, and they needed to settle in for the night.
Whatever conversation the sisters were having, it was obviously enough to bug Sam some, and Cris figured that bouncing she was doing, nerves and all, was probably as good a cue as any to go.] You comin' with, mami? I got your stuff you left. [He smiled as he moved to the door, but it was all the starch white of choirboy, the charm abuelitas liked him for.] Tu lencería. Ven. [He was done with his good deeds for the evening. It wasn't very Catholic of him, but he wanted to go. He wasn't going to sit here and talk, and he sure as hell wasn't gonna let Sam force herself to sit and talk because she thought she had to.—He shook the kid's hand one more time, if he let him.] TJ, that bed starts floating any higher, you let me know, alright? I'll find an anchor or somethin' you can use. [And to Iris.] You gotta talk to Lou about getting you a key before you go leaving this place. [He pushed the door open and he didn't wait for an answer—all he waited for was for Sam to come with him.]