"I'm the one putting words in your mouth? You're the one telling all of these people stories about me, and don't even have the balls to show up yourself when you get one of them knocked out! Who would want to be your friend?" Stu was still yelling over Billy, much more absorbed in Donnie's stupid dick face than he was the zombies or Billy pawing at his arm. At first, he shrugged the touch off, throwing out an elbow for Billy to back off, until he finally went quiet enough to turn his frustrated glare Billy's way. It was only then that he heard what Billy had been trying to say, and his tone changed abruptly, small and lost as he tried, "What?," with wide eyes like he could plead his way into an answer that he preferred to hear.