"Yeah..." Alfie frowned into his glass, then let his head fall back against the sofa again, sighing. "I should eat, I guess. You know, I didn't drink a lot. Before, I mean... just a few with mates in the summers or when someone snuck it in. Maybe I'd go to the pub a little... " Except that every time something happened with Regan, every time he thought about her and...
"Fucking Quinn. Every time I think about it I want to crawl into a bottle or something... or punch something, you know?" That last said as he turned to look at Stu again. Stu... who really didn't seem like the type who'd ever wanted to punch anyone.