[ Eddie sits up a little bit straighter when Chrissy speaks, frowning at her despite the way it makes his head throb with pain. He can take a beating if he has to - a mom-approved one, no less - but none of this sits well with him. He knows what angry men are capable of, especially when they feel like they have authority over someone who loves them. The fact that he can't do anything about it only makes him feel sicker. ]

But - he's never hit you or anything, has he?

[ He's afraid to know the answer, so he looks away again, staring down at their intertwined hands. The difference between them is a bit surreal. What's that fairy tale? Beauty and the beast. Out of sheer nerves, he glances back toward the door again. The coast is still clear, but for how long? ]

Anyway, you don't have to worry about me, okay? You just gotta focus on feeling better. Were the nightmares... Were they like what happened last night?