"I-I'm sure everything is fine and we're just blowing this totally out of proportion, but on the very off chance that we aren't, I think we should walk a bit faster," Graham declared, handling his chair and blankets with surprising ease. He'd had a bit of trouble lugging the thing around at first, but over time he'd actually become quite good at it. The thief was used to hauling around the things that he'd stolen anyway, so it wasn't really anything unusual.
Graham took a deep breath, continuing to walk. "A-and those were jokes. They were jokes! He even said they were jokes, didn't he? Darn it, no. I'm not doubting him. Faqir is my friend and he's always been there for me and everyone else, and I'm not going to think these bad things about him because I honestly don't think they're true. We're assuming the worst, and--and like I said earlier, Faqir is...I feel like he could do something like this without realizing the consequences and still be a good guy. He is a good guy. I know he is, even if he says the wrong things sometimes."
He held his chair closer to him, confident in these words. "Everything downstairs is fine. Th-they very well may be getting into some weird stuff, and--and we may be third wheels now, but I know for a fact that nothing is worse than that! It's all fine! They're just...i-irresponsible!"