"I used to wonder what it would be like," Chrissy admits, her smile lopsided, wistful. "To get out. To not have anyone care anymore." Just saying so makes her feel a little guilty. In so many ways, she was lucky. Her family had money, she lived in a nice house, she was popular. She's not really sure, though, that being popular is the same thing as being liked, and there was a dark side to it, too. There was always the sense that it might not last, always the high expectations to live up to that she constantly felt like she was falling short of.

In fact, she would be willing to bet her whole last paycheck that Eddie is the only person in her life who's never looked at her that. He might have had particular ideas about her before they started talking, but not in the way of standards for her to try to meet, and whatever interest he has in hanging out with her doesn't seem to have anything to do with the popularity she left behind back in Hawkins. She's not sure what it is, but it's not that, at least not as far as she can tell.

As much as she would have liked to be free of the weight of all that, though, she never actually thought that she would be. Where Eddie sounds optimistic, she mostly just feels lost, even as she knows he's right. "Turns out it's... really overwhelming."