Eric: I’m sorry, Claire. I am so sorry.
Claire: Eric…
Eric: This is all my fault. I convinced you to run away, and then I left like a fucking idiot.
Claire: It’s not your fault.
Eric: I mean if I hadn’t… if I hadn’t told the cops, none of this would have happened.
Claire: It’s not your fault.
Eric: All I can think about is just you being in jail because of me.
Claire: No, I’m the one who… I just wanted someone else to know how happy we were. We were happy, right?
Eric: Yeah. Yeah, Claire, are you kidding me? Last year with you was… being with you… it was… it was everything. I can’t do anything without you. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I can’t go to class. I’m… without you, I’m alone. I need you.
Claire: What we had was an escape. It wasn’t love. Look at what it’s doing to us. I’ve tried to convince myself that it’s OK, but it’s not.
Eric: No.
Claire: You need to leave.
Eric: No, you can’t. Come on.
Claire: This is violating my probation. You need to go.
Eric: Claire, please.