Chrissy wishes it were as easy as he makes it sound, just not thinking about things. Even now, feeling perhaps the most relaxed she's felt in days, there's fear at the fringes of everything, a sense of dread that she can't shake. Talk of him being a badass aside, Eddie couldn't save her before, and if that thing is still in her head, he won't be able to now, either. If she goes to sleep, she might not wake back up again. For a while, she kind of thought that was what she wanted — just to drift off and let that be the end of it. Now that it's actually happened, though, she knows she was wrong, that she isn't ready for that. The prospect of it is terrifying, of finding some sense of safety only to have it ripped away again even more so.

It is nice, though, just to sit here for a while, not to feel the kind of pressure she usually would to pretend to be okay. Of course she worries what he'll think of her, but he's been nothing but kind to her at every turn, and that means more than she'd know how to say.

"God, people would lose their minds if they could see this now," she says, huffing out a quiet laugh. "The two of us sitting on your couch, watching some old movie, me still in my cheer uniform. Might even be harder to believe than me just trying to buy some drugs."