I think it's more you don't look as though you've taken charcoal to your eyes.

[He can smell the alcohol on her breath, and barely manages to keep from commenting. Though he does have to slip his hands into his pockets to hide the way they clench involuntarily.

He hates alcohol. Hates how it poisons people, traps them. Hates how it kills.

But he also knows that this friendship is still very fragile, and tonight Eponine looks happy. So he'll ignore it.]

I did have a suit from when I first arrived, but I out grew it.

[It was the suit he wore to his mother's funeral. Safe to say even if it did fit it wouldn't be worn.]

Yes, and I'm waiting for him to somehow involve all of us. Do you think it would be wrong to run if he does?