[ eddie blinks up at the ceiling, his eyebrows pinching again. he's not high enough that he can't think straight, but it takes him an extra second or two to walk backwards through the last handful of trials he was put through, searching for any shred of truth in her teasing.

after another moment or two, he lifts his head up off of his hand, neck craned so he can look at julie. his hand comes up off of his chest too, and he cuts his palm through the hair. ]

Okay, hey. Not true. [ he curls his fingers in, leaves one out so he's pointing at her. accusingly. ] That second one was Dwight. And it startled me.

[ which accounts for the third one. get off his case, miss murder. eddie drops his hand back down to his chest, starts to lay his head back down too when he pauses. ]

What were you doing, watching me for that long? [ ... ] You're a little creep, aren't you?