Of all the innumerable things he could have said, that is, quite possibly, the very last that Chrissy would have expected to hear. It brings her up short, nearly stopping in her tracks, white sneakers tripping over the concrete in her surprise. If she didn't want so badly to be somewhere private, not so aware of people's eyes on her, if she weren't all the more thrown by how unfamiliar their surroundings are, she might very well ask for an explanation before going any further. As it is, she tries to split her attention as best she can, watching where she's going and watching him, trying and failing not to think about what she just saw.

What he saw, too, apparently. Confused as she might have been before, she's all the more so now, and it shows. "You saw it?" she asks, her voice whisper-soft, likely audible only because he's close beside her. In a way, it should be a relief. It means it was real, but that she wasn't just going insane.

She never told him about it, though. She didn't say anything more than that she felt like she was losing her mind, and that she wanted to clear her head for a little while, even if that meant turning to drugs to push it all away. The only person she said anything about it to was Ms. Kelley, and even then, she went light on the details, already certain there wasn't anything the guidance counselor could do to help her. Brow furrowing, she watches him carefully, though she has no reason to suspect he would be anything less than sincere about this. "How... how do you know about that?"