[She plucks the joint from his mouth and takes a hit for herself before putting it back into his mouth with a laugh.]
It's even a little better in 1986, if that helps.
[Her voice is a whisper, like she's almost afraid to speak up and mention what year she's from. She had made it sound like they're from the same place and time. When that isn't really the case, but it doesn't matter because even though she's never been to California in 1967? That's her home. She knows she'll love it.]
How is it you died, exactly?
[Chrissy wheezes out a cough, suddenly becoming uncomfortable.]
Someone killed me. It wasn't...very nice.
[Deciding that's enough of that, she curls up on Johnnie's lap and rests her head up against him. It's been a while since she thought about or had to talk about dying. The subject always leaves her in a mood.]
no subject
It's even a little better in 1986, if that helps.
[Her voice is a whisper, like she's almost afraid to speak up and mention what year she's from. She had made it sound like they're from the same place and time. When that isn't really the case, but it doesn't matter because even though she's never been to California in 1967? That's her home. She knows she'll love it.]
How is it you died, exactly?
[Chrissy wheezes out a cough, suddenly becoming uncomfortable.]
Someone killed me. It wasn't...very nice.
[Deciding that's enough of that, she curls up on Johnnie's lap and rests her head up against him. It's been a while since she thought about or had to talk about dying. The subject always leaves her in a mood.]