[ That's about all he needs to hear before he upends the two of them, throws his weight around so he can flip them over. Eddie is grinning as they move, with him on top now, pressing Chrissy down into the bed. Yeah, he had just seen throw up dirt last night. But he had also seen her as a ghost, had torn himself open to bring her back. Now, when she's looking at him with that big, wide eyed expression that hints at wanting-- there's really no question now. ]

More than sure.

[ Eddie dips his head, returns the favor as he sets his own mouth to work at her neck. She's very much real, alive, warm, and he's all too eager to get a real taste of her. Eddie bites and sucks a line along the curve of her neck, leaves a trail of purpling hickeys in his wake. ]

You're so-- fuck, Chrissy-- [ He lifts his head, takes a moment to press a kiss to the soft spot behind her ear. ] You're so beautiful. You always have been, always will be. I want you, however you are. Always.