♡ ⸻ While she can't say for certain that Max always liked Billy, she could say that his death had a profound shift in her opinion of him. Maybe they could have worked through their differences, become something that looked a little bit like brother and sister, or maybe they would have just been friends, who knew? All Chrissy knew was that because of everything that had happened in Hawkins neither of them would ever know, and to her? Well, it seemed like a tragedy all of its own. ❝ I don't know? Maybe she did? Or maybe she was just sad she never got the chance to see if you two could be more than two people that were forced into sharing a home together? ❞ It wasn't really her place to say, of course it wasn't, but if Billy was going to make a go of his second chance, well, he deserved to know that not everyone hated him.
❝ I don't think so... after you... died? Your dad bailed on Max and her mom, left them in the dust with no place to go. There were a lot of reasons for Max to be angry... ❞ And who could blame her, really?
Maybe Billy could find a way to get word to his step sister without the powers that be knowing, try to build some bridges with her, because Chrissy wanted so desperately to believe that they weren't completely burned, that some good had to come out of all of this. Heh, talk about the pot calling the kettle black. She could do the same with her own mother, reach out, build bridges and all that, but something told her that Laura Cunningham would never change, that if she ever got her claws back into her daughters life, she'd find new and inventive ways to make her miserable. No, her second chance, her something good? It was getting away from her mom, of that she was certain.
❝ Yeah? An hour, tops. I... I'm not gonna hold you to anything, don't expect you to be my friend or want to see me after this but... ❞ But maybe it would be good for both of them to just talk about it? Get it off of their chests so they could continue moving forward? ❝ I don't know about you, but I feel like I can't really move on. I didn't have anyone to talk to after everything happened and there was time to just... breathe... ❞
As for where to meet, she had a place in mind. Her job took her all over the city and as a result she'd found a quiet little corner or two where everyone minded their own business, which made meeting with her cases so much easier.
❝ There's a place near Moffett Park, just around the corner from that old church? It's a little cafe, always quiet and people tend to keep their heads down. We can go there, or meet up another day? Whatever works for you. ❞