He asks her a question and Chrissy doesn't know how to answer. Because she isn't. She's not okay at all. But the thought of being HONEST with him, of being something other than the picture perfect daughter her mother wants her to be, that she tries so hard to be… twists her up inside.
But her mother isn't here. No one is. This isn't Hawkins. She doesn't know WHERE this is, what world, but it couldn't be farther from Hawkins.
She couldn't be.
She shakes her head, the truth betraying her even as she tells him "I don't know. It's just" and she looks around them, at Solvunn, sort of curling in on herself a little. "This is all a lot, you know?" At least she knows he's real, that she'd truly run into him and she wasn't just… seeing things. She's talking to a real person. She hasn't hallucinated. Not since she arrived. And her headaches and bloody noses have pretty much stopped.
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But her mother isn't here. No one is. This isn't Hawkins. She doesn't know WHERE this is, what world, but it couldn't be farther from Hawkins.
She couldn't be.
She shakes her head, the truth betraying her even as she tells him "I don't know. It's just" and she looks around them, at Solvunn, sort of curling in on herself a little. "This is all a lot, you know?" At least she knows he's real, that she'd truly run into him and she wasn't just… seeing things. She's talking to a real person. She hasn't hallucinated. Not since she arrived. And her headaches and bloody noses have pretty much stopped.