[ She shouldn't be touching him like that. Or rather, he shouldn't be letting her touch him like that, because it brushes up against a boundary that he should be respecting. But it's surprisingly difficult, when he's seeing her for the first time in years, and when she's dressed the way she is. It takes a moment for her words to register with him, because he's so lost in the feeling of just being with her. ]

No shit, really? [ He makes a mental note to figure out whatever magazine that is and buy as many copies as he can get his hands on. ] That's incredible.

[ He can't help but feel elated, still riding the post show high, knowing that life is treating her kindly. Eddie reaches for her, brushes a thumb over her cheek. She is as beautiful as he remembers, perhaps even more so. In another world, another life, he would kiss her right there. But he doesn't, and there is a sharp knock on the door. ]

Eds? You in there baby? [ A female voice calls out, and within a moment a woman is stepping inside. She is tall and lean, with dark hair in a cropped bob and bright eyes. She grins, despite finding them so close together, bounding over to throw her arms around him. ] You were in-fucking-credible tonight.

[ Sam laughs and kisses his cheek, before Eddie turns his head to kiss her properly. The bond between him and Chrissy is severed in one swift motion. Eddie curls an arm around her waist, the two of them turning back to face Chrissy. ]

Sam, this is Chrissy. She's an old friend. [ Friend. Just a friend. ] Chrissy, this is Sam, my girlfriend.

[ To her credit, Sam is bright and bubbly, reaching to hug Chrissy as if they were old friends. ]

Oh my god, it is so nice to meet you! Any friend of Eddie's is a friend of mine.