"People would lose their fucking minds," he agrees, speaking slowly, kind of amused by the whole thing. There's no denying it, he's well aware of how people think of him, the things they say both to his face and behind his back, and he's stopped caring a long time ago.

For Eddie, it would be kind of hilarious, watching people lose their shit over this. For Chrissy, it wouldn't be quite as funny, he figures. But she has a lot more to lose over being friends with him than he does being friends with her.

Or she used to, anyway.

"Shit, are you uncomfortable?" he asks. "I, uh, I have shirts. I don't think my pants will fit you, though." The shirt won't either, but maybe it'll be more comfortable because it'll be too big.