Shit. This was it, his crimes had caught up to him, now he's going to get arrested and die and his life will be absolutely fucking over. "No. No," he repeated, an answer to both of Elijah's questions. There's nothing he would want to tell him, and even if he did, he wouldn't because he's not a moron. And either way, he hadn't caused any trouble right now, and the guy had no evidence that he's done fucked up shit, so he should be fine. Right? Right? The thought was only slightly comforting.