[He doesn't look at her, hasn't looked at her since handing over the journal. Instead he's just hugging himself, staring down at the ground and trying not to shake violently. This was so stressful and so awkward. When she hands him the journal, he takes it silently, and waits for her to speak. Under normal circumstances, he might've picked up her tone, noticed something off, but he still can't even look at her.]

I-I know, I was... [He sounds really upset at that.] But... I-I asked him, if he remembered anything, and he said no. And I'm just so... c-confused, about everything, and him lying about it was just...just... really, really upsetting!

[He pauses for a few seconds, hugging himself tighter.] I'm...s-scared, to talk to him.