Chrissy just nods at that, giving him another tiny smile as she takes his cue and settles back into the couch. Again, it crosses her mind that this should feel so much more awkward than it does. Instead, despite the residual fear and the exhaustion and the fact that she still doesn't understand most of what's happened since she opened her eyes here, she feels more at ease than she has in a long, long time.

She could thank him again, but talking herself in circles about it seems like it would make this far more awkward, and she's much too tired for that. She doesn't even notice when her eyelids start to get heavy, the movie eventually fading into the background as she starts to drift off, her head inadvertently drooping onto his shoulder.