Hopper's not exactly a philanthropist, but Eponine talks about how the home needs some work and he frowns over his sandwich, wishing there was something he could actually do to help the others. He can't give them all a home, though, as much as he might want to and he sure as hell isn't cut out for it either. Most of the time he can barely take care of himself.

"It's a game," he says. "A sport? You take a heavy ball and roll it down this long wooden lane and knock a bunch of pins down at the end of it."

Two months ago he would have thought it was weird to have to explain bowling to someone, even with all the shit he's seen and done, but now it doesn't seem like such an odd thing.