"You're kidding, right?" He groans, and makes his way to the bed. Almost as an afterthought, he pulls the trash bin closer. He's pretty sure he won't need that, but better safe than sorry.

"I just got out of juvie, thanks. And I've still got parole. There's no way I'd call the cops up, I'm staying as far away from them as I can get." He rolls his eyes, then presses a palm to his still unhappy stomach, and curls up on his side, facing Eponine.

"You're free to go if you want. Since you know where I live you could come back tomorrow for...uh. You know. Um, anyway. No one's making you stay. Seriously. Alright?"