"And what about you, Eddie Munson?" Chrissy asks, her smile widening, almost teasing, as she leans her head in her hand again, elbow propped on the table. "Now that you've graduated high school and all, what do you want? Like, really."

Maybe it's unfair to be asking a question that she wouldn't know how to answer, especially when they've both expressed some measure of cluelessness over how turned around their lives have gotten. Maybe it's unfair to look at him and feel warm like this, all the more so for seeing the way he touches the charm that, until the day she got here, sat at her neck instead. She can't entirely help it, though. All they've been through, and she still feels like she's getting to know him, something she wishes she'd done a lot sooner.