"I've seen her around," Chrissy says with a nod, her smile turning a touch amused. "Definitely not what I would have expected, either." She's seen the girls who used to be Steve's type, after all; she used to be one of them. If anything, Steve's girlfriend here seems more like the kind of girl she would expect to see Eddie with, though she feels weird thinking that, like it would seem judgmental somehow when it would be meant as anything but.
She envies that a little, after all — the impression she gets from Steve's girlfriend, and Eddie's whole thing, too. It isn't that she would want to look like that, specifically, but just to feel free enough to. She spent so long trying to fit herself into one tiny box that, now that that box no longer exists, she doesn't know how to step out of it or what she would want to do instead.
This probably counts, though, going out to eat with Eddie Munson, smiling over at him as they head down the sidewalk. "But, hey, if it works, it works."
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She envies that a little, after all — the impression she gets from Steve's girlfriend, and Eddie's whole thing, too. It isn't that she would want to look like that, specifically, but just to feel free enough to. She spent so long trying to fit herself into one tiny box that, now that that box no longer exists, she doesn't know how to step out of it or what she would want to do instead.
This probably counts, though, going out to eat with Eddie Munson, smiling over at him as they head down the sidewalk. "But, hey, if it works, it works."