[ Oh, no. Eddie feels something within him shatter. Maybe he should have expected this, but how could he have anticipated Chrissy showing up here, now? He loves Sam, or at least, he's pretty sure he does, but now he wishes she was somewhere far away from here. Because he can see something in Chrissy break, and his own heart cries out in response. ]
Wait, Chrissy.
[ He reaches for her, grabs her by the wrist in a cruel inversion of her graduation party. Eddie fumbles for a pen on his vanity table, scrawling out numbers against her forearm. This isn't fair, some part of him thinks, to put her in this situation. It wasn't supposed to be like this, in the times he's imagined them reuniting. He wouldn't blame her for scrubbing the numbers away and never speaking to him again. ]
That's my new number. Give me a call sometime, okay?
[ And then Sam is hanging off him again, and the two seem to retreat into their own world, with Chrissy left as the outsider. They barely notice when she slips away. ]
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Wait, Chrissy.
[ He reaches for her, grabs her by the wrist in a cruel inversion of her graduation party. Eddie fumbles for a pen on his vanity table, scrawling out numbers against her forearm. This isn't fair, some part of him thinks, to put her in this situation. It wasn't supposed to be like this, in the times he's imagined them reuniting. He wouldn't blame her for scrubbing the numbers away and never speaking to him again. ]
That's my new number. Give me a call sometime, okay?
[ And then Sam is hanging off him again, and the two seem to retreat into their own world, with Chrissy left as the outsider. They barely notice when she slips away. ]