[He rubs his forehead.] You seem to assume this was some sort of well-thought-out plan on my part. I was drunk, Billy. This was not something I had any sort of sober intention of doing.

[Being intimate? What kind of kissing does Billy think they were doing? Something below the belt?] Kissing. Drunken kissing. Kissing. I'm not dragging Eugene into my relationship and I certainly wasn't intimate with him.

[He can't quite decide if he's feeling exasperated or just upset again. A bit of both.] I made a mistake, I realized it once my headache had retreated enough that I could think, and then I admitted to my lady what I had done and apologized to her.