[Costigan recognizes the harsh tone and the drinking for what it is. He grimaces and runs another hand through his hair, immediately on edge. His feet remain still, not moving from his standing position beside where she sits.]
Hey, it's not- You're eighteen, Eponine, and I'm- I'm fucked. You're drunk and you want to forget about him, but you don't want me.
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Hey, it's not- You're eighteen, Eponine, and I'm- I'm fucked. You're drunk and you want to forget about him, but you don't want me.