( he appreciates the vote of hugging confidence, Chrissy. Steve would also say he's a good hugger. good cuddler and snuggler too! not that she asked. it isn't that he wants this to be awkward, he's happy to hug Chrissy, it's just... it isn't every day you end up in a haunting, empty ghost town, and hug an actual ghost. also, he's got demobat eaten sides, that certainly doesn't help a hug feel natural.

Steve does follow after Chrissy, creaks down to the viewing benches next to her. he can't help a nervous jostle to his thigh, close to her leg. )

Oh. Sure. Okay. Me, uh... me too. That long. I mean. ( Steve does know that Eddie knows Chrissy, since she, you know. died horribly. in his trailer. also, WHAT THE FUCK, EDDIE, AND YOU DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THE STRAWBERRY BLONDE UNDEAD CHEERLEADER WALKIN' AROUND TOWN??? friendship ENDED with Eddie Munson, because this is messed up!!!!! Steve is still arguing with himself about what to say next, when Chrissy reorients attention to the show. his eyes wander that way, too, and he frowns. ) Yeah. Yeah. Is it a different guy? Or a different crown? Or... or something?