[Having his collar digging into his throat is not super conducive to talking. Siffrin has to wriggling a bit to get into a more viable position for it, a rasp in his voice when he finally manages to get words out.]

H-here, for a little while.

[Or, y'know. Dipper's room. He looks unwilling to even look in the direction of that open door right now.]

Dipper... He wanted to show me his camera thing, so we hung out for a bit, and then I left probably around 9ish? That's all I know. He's...he's my friend, why would I ever hurt him? And why would I say something that'd make me suspicious if I was the killer?!