Hearing that makes her frown. Chrissy doesn't want him to keep beating himself up over something he had no control over to begin with. She's been in that position, usually following some disagreement with her mother. It's sometimes a little too easy to fixate on what she could have done or said differently, but in the end, the only thing it accomplishes is frustrating her. She doesn't want that for Eddie.

"It's okay, Eddie. You don't have to do that," she tells him. It doesn't matter now that it's over, now that they're both here. Chrissy doubts there's anything he could have said or done that would have changed things. Maybe if she'd been able to talk to someone a little sooner, things wouldn't have gotten as bad as they had. Or maybe things would have played out exactly as they had, regardless of who she chose to reach out to. There's no way to say for sure.

As much as it hurts to know he's so upset by something she still feels guilty about, it's that last bit, the one he probably hadn't even meant her to hear, that makes her heart ache. She wants to reach for him- to hold his hand or hug him and tell him that everything is going to be okay. In the end, she doesn't do any of those things, because it's not something she can realistically promise, and he deserves better than her just telling him what she thinks he wants to hear.

Of all the things he could have said, Eddie admitting that he'd died too isn't something she would have expected. No, Chrissy would have liked to hope that they'd have defeated the monster that did this to her. He'd said she was marked, and Chrissy is honestly afraid to ask what that meant. Did that mean that he was marked too because he'd tried to help her? "I'm so sorry, Eddie." It feels hollow, pointless, to apologize. Rationally, she knows it's not her fault, but she wants to say something. The worst part of it is that he won't even look at her now.

When she does finally reach for him, it's to gently set her hand on his cheek. "None of this was your fault."