Inside the room, Tommy tosses the box onto the nearest flat surface and looks around. Eddie's room looks more like Joel's, where various objects are being used as clothes hangers and last night's take out is still on the table. His own room, in contrast, looks like it's ready for the next guests - complete with hospital corners on the bed.
He turns at her offer.] I ain't gonna fit in your pants. [But he has noticed that his own are... damp. Wet. He'd maybe say soaked but they're not dripping, just clinging to his thighs and calves and are much less comfortable than they were while he was actively working and not, well, doing whatever this is.]
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Inside the room, Tommy tosses the box onto the nearest flat surface and looks around. Eddie's room looks more like Joel's, where various objects are being used as clothes hangers and last night's take out is still on the table. His own room, in contrast, looks like it's ready for the next guests - complete with hospital corners on the bed.
He turns at her offer.] I ain't gonna fit in your pants. [But he has noticed that his own are... damp. Wet. He'd maybe say soaked but they're not dripping, just clinging to his thighs and calves and are much less comfortable than they were while he was actively working and not, well, doing whatever this is.]