Woah woah woah, hey, Eddie. It's okay. I believe you, it's weird as shit but of course I believe you.

[ Finishing up what he was doing, Gareth stood and moved to instead sit next to Eddie, a hand on the others shoulder gripping tightly. He's trying to be reassuring, trying to help Eddie know that he was there for him. ]

Why do people need to think you're dead? I mean, do they think you committed the murders? Because fuck them if so.