( Steve nods, pursing his lips. His gaze shifts past Eddie, focusing on something (or nothing) in the distance. )

Okay. Yeah, okay. That'll do. It'll have to.

( He nods as he says it, a weak attempt at conveying a confidence his words don't carry, and that he certainly doesn't feel right now. His eyes snap back to Eddie as he pulls himself back out of his own head. )

I've got my dad's credit card. If he asks I'll just say Tommy H. and I wanted to go camping or something. He'll believe it. I mean, we're a couple of fucking idiots.

( Reluctantly, he pushes himself up from the picnic table and sighs, casting Eddie a look that's something like pity, something like concern. )

You're sure you want in? This is your last chance to back out, Munson.