I drank too much. [There. Prompted honesty given without a fight - and what's more, Ren isn't looking to set the blame on Sam's dozing shoulders. Another shaking, stuffy breath and Ren swallows down what's left of his misery, salt stains raw across his cheeks.]
I don't feel well.
[He can barely make out Hux's shadowed form, but he knows he's near.]
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I don't feel well.
[He can barely make out Hux's shadowed form, but he knows he's near.]