[ Yeah, I do need to apologize, he thinks, but he doesn’t say it out loud. Chrissy already has enough on her plate, but Eddie will never let himself forget: he’s the one who ran away and left her there. Maybe there was nothing he could have done, but he should have never just left her there. ]

Uhh…well…

[ He begins slowly as he glances around, taking in the surroundings once more just to be sure that nothing’s suddenly shifted or changed—for all he knows, it’s totally possible. ]

If it makes you feel any better, I’m pretty sure I’m seeing everything you are, so mutual existential crisis?

[ He forces himself to smile reassuringly. He knows now from Max what Chrissy was going through; headaches, hallucinations, weird alternate dimension monster: the full gamut of bullshit. Maybe he can’t make any of this make sense for himself, but he can fake it for her. He owes her that much. ]

And we can’t both be fake or unconscious, so I’m gonna say I'm real, you're real, this is real, and we're all awake.

[ It is hard to tell though, he agrees. ]