"Okay," Eddie says and he finds he kind of wants a beer, but really only because he's nervous and wishes he had something to do with his hands. Instead, he sits beside her again, careful to give her space without making it seem like he's trying to keep his distance.

He isn't even sure why it matters.

"TV's weird here," he tells her as he grabs the remote off the coffee table and turns it on. "It looks way better and the shows are different. No more laugh tracks most of the time."

What a stupid thing to say. He doesn't know why Chrissy would care about laugh tracks or the quality of the TV shows.