[For a moment, Dave's mouth moves, but absolutely no sound comes out. He forms shapes, beginnings of different words, but ultimately he abandons every unfinished thought.

What the fuck does he even say to that? He could deny it, but would he be able to deny it convincingly? Signs point to no.]

Whatever, man. Can we just go, I'm pretty sure the store owner's got to have gotten pretty sick of our shit by this point.

[Were there any people in the store staring when he started laughing like a madman earlier? How about when he was crying? God, he dares not even look around him to see.]