Aiee, I know! Totally jonesing for something more concrete than a single eyewitness talking about his checking in with a boy whose hand was on the back of his neck at the time. Of course, some part of me laments finally having "confirmation" and I hold out hope for darling little Basses in the future, but dude, this is the closest we've gotten and I wanna know.

I'll stop being thirteen now. Middle school habits die hard.