[he looks around. those eyes ... he can still feel them. someone is watching them. someone is listening. someone thinks one of THEM did it because they're so angry and so early to point fingers. he just ... he knows it. he lowers his voice so that only Eddie can hear, leaning against him]

I never said you needed a babysitter, Eds, but Jesus Fucking Christ, you at least need an alibi! What are you gonna do if Chuuta points at you and asks you where you were, say "I was with a fucking raccoon"?

I mean, I believe you, duh, but ...