[ Chrissy's arm curls around him to comfort him back, and Eddie wants to cry all over again. He's growing too tired to keep going, but his heartbeat is still thumping in his ears and he wishes they could be anywhere but Hawkins right now. It's crazy to think that isn't off the table - if they can stay here long enough to rest up and make a plan, maybe they really can escape.

And then, out of nowhere, her voice choked and wavering, she starts to sing.

Eddie doesn't even like The Beatles. Not even a little bit. It's one of the few things he and Wayne can agree on when it comes to music. But coming from Chrissy, he thinks it's one of the most beautiful things he's ever heard. Sad, but still hopeful. Just like her. She's always thinking of another possibility, another way they can make it out of here. If she hasn't given up yet, neither can he.

When her voice dies down and she looks up at him, all Eddie can do is stare back, one eye nearly swollen shut. Lying there in his t-shirt, red-faced and distraught, the last thing he expects Chrissy to do is to close the short distance between them and bring their lips together.

It's so brief and gentle that Eddie almost wonders if he's just imagining things in his exhaustion. But she's still looking back at him when she pulls away, and for a few moments, he's completely speechless. ]

Chrissy?

[ It's barely a whisper. ]

I know things are really fucked up right now and - emotions are high and I just - is that - what you want? From me?