[He looks up, but doesn't stand yet. There's something hard and distant in eyes that have only been soft and emotional for the last five weeks. There's an iron core under the marshmallow.]

We need to narrow down who it was instead of just talking in circles. It wasn't me. I wouldn't hurt Wally. I don't even know how to use those machines that I found, and I was with Maui all night after the wake.

[He knows that that's. Not much of an alibi (sorry bae he loves you but you sleep like the dead). But it's what he has and he says it with conviction.]