#hellcheer pre-relationship

Chrissy does stop, fortunately. She turns on the ball of her foot and cocks her head to the side. "I'm not judging you, it's just a bit of a surprise."

She giggles but it's a wet, sad sound. Eddie wants to stomp it beneath his worn-out sneakers; he's heard her laugh before, bright and loud and beautiful. This damp thing is an abomination.

"I'm not honestly sure what I'm doing here, but when-" she sniffles and Eddie steps aside to let her into his trailer. "Something happened earlier, and this was the first place I thought of when I needed to feel safe."

The older teen's heart clenches violently in his chest. He gives her a lopsided grin, "That's a high honor, my lady."

When she giggles this time it's honest and sweet. "You're the most chivalrous knight in the realm, Sir Munson."

"He's a fuckin' goblin," Wayne insists, poking his head around the corner. He winks at Chrissy and nods at his nephew. "Don't stay up too late, and she can have your bed if she's staying. That's a pull-out couch for a reason, kid."

"Obviously," Eddie snorts. Chrissy's cheeks turn pink.

"I can stay?"

"Of course," Eddie and Wayne scoff in tandem. Chrissy grins and her blush grows darker, reddening the apples of her cheeks. Eddie wants to kiss them, but it would probably be weird.

"Night," Wayne harumphs, and then he's gone.

Chrissy bounces on the tips of her toes for a second before stepping closer and opening her arms. "Can I have a hug? I know it's kind of weird but-"

Eddie doesn't give her time to finish her sentence. He wraps his long, lanky arms as far as he can around Chrissy Cunningham and squeezes her tight, until her shoulders relax and her head thunks forward against his shoulder.

"You give the best hugs, Sir Munson."