For her part, lost as she might be, Chrissy knows what she wants, in the simplest sense. She doesn't have the first idea what she would have to do to accomplish it, or even if it would be possible for her, if maybe there's just something irrevocably broken in her head preventing her from ever feeling content. That's all she wants, though, really. The details don't matter. She just wants to be happy. She's not sure she can honestly say that she ever has been before. For that matter, she doesn't know if she would be able to tell what it even feels like. It would be nice, though, to find out.

"Well, selfishly speaking, I would definitely also rather you not wind up in jail and then die doing something stupid," she says, her smile softer than a teasing one should be. "I'd get pretty bored."

She has other friends here, people she likes spending time with. None of them, though, are people she feels as comfortable around as she does with Eddie.