I wanna say it's been only a year. Time goes so fucking fast. I wouldn't be surprised if it was two. A blink or two and it's flown by.
[Their time in the City for example. He settles on the bed and studies the ceiling a moment thoughtfully.]
I got a good feeling it's still where I left it. [The money he means of course.] Some things just don't fucking change. Not down here. That's part of why I like it.
[Loving and in good humor, he holds it together long enough to give a stern look before laughing.]
That diner is two miles out of Four Corners. Not Chinatown. I got money all over because I never know where I'm gonna be. The plan was to pull it all together before heading over.
[His plan alone.]
Some people can't go up to an ATM and get cash out.
[Holding back when they're partners with equal shares goes right against the way of things. Larry tries to comb Freddy's hair just like he tries to smooth over that doubt.]
Just in case I'll write em down so if anything happens, you'll know where to start looking.
[Providing again, sharing too. A link between them that's more than blood. Not quite that L word.]
Y'got plenty, man. Don't fret a second. Pulling it together is the bitch.
[The kid doesn't protest the hair combing. It feels soothing, comfortable, nice heavy paw on his head.]
Thanks for sharing.
[Freddy remarks as if he couldn't possibly fathom continuing some kind of partnership in their situation. What he really can't fathom is having to start looking alone. What's the point of all that money? What's the point of all that money for an MIA cop? What's the point of all that money with no high roller to enjoy it?
[About sharing. About their partnership. It's so much easier to swallow that way. Feeling as worn as he does with all his own doubts it is simple to call it that. Simplicity is what they need because they can't get a hospital that will house Freddy safety and their next step are what it's about.]
[Freddy replies right away without much thought. It just feels automatic but most of all right. His caramel green eyes aren't really looking at him but he means it, Larry can tell, can't he? Can't blame the kid for feeling worried, out of control, but he does not regret Lawrence Dimick, Mr. White.]
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[Their time in the City for example. He settles on the bed and studies the ceiling a moment thoughtfully.]
I got a good feeling it's still where I left it. [The money he means of course.] Some things just don't fucking change. Not down here. That's part of why I like it.
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[It's a joke, Dimmy, because talking about the passing of time and how their time there has now passed is just a little hard.]
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[Loving and in good humor, he holds it together long enough to give a stern look before laughing.]
That diner is two miles out of Four Corners. Not Chinatown. I got money all over because I never know where I'm gonna be. The plan was to pull it all together before heading over.
[His plan alone.]
Some people can't go up to an ATM and get cash out.
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Just checking.
[Of course Larry's prepared for all sorts of situations, Freddy wouldn't expect any less of him.]
So there's always gonna be some place I don't really know about until we get there huh?
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[Holding back when they're partners with equal shares goes right against the way of things. Larry tries to comb Freddy's hair just like he tries to smooth over that doubt.]
Just in case I'll write em down so if anything happens, you'll know where to start looking.
[Providing again, sharing too. A link between them that's more than blood. Not quite that L word.]
Y'got plenty, man. Don't fret a second. Pulling it together is the bitch.
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Thanks for sharing.
[Freddy remarks as if he couldn't possibly fathom continuing some kind of partnership in their situation. What he really can't fathom is having to start looking alone. What's the point of all that money? What's the point of all that money for an MIA cop? What's the point of all that money with no high roller to enjoy it?
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[About sharing. About their partnership. It's so much easier to swallow that way. Feeling as worn as he does with all his own doubts it is simple to call it that. Simplicity is what they need because they can't get a hospital that will house Freddy safety and their next step are what it's about.]
You'll be okay.
[More okay then a guy shot in the gut ever was.]
Stick with me, you won't regret it.
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[Freddy replies right away without much thought. It just feels automatic but most of all right. His caramel green eyes aren't really looking at him but he means it, Larry can tell, can't he? Can't blame the kid for feeling worried, out of control, but he does not regret Lawrence Dimick, Mr. White.]