You know what they say about this kind of a thing we have.
[If only there was a more indirect way to say it. That's a big part of what's bothering him right now about this. Fuck the kid can believe what ever he wants. He loves comics, old music... None of that though says the can't be how he is. Those things don't judge you.]
[That was one of the many messages he got the last time he went to church. It's not a truth he believes, maybe part of it makes it easier to believe that there may not be a god of he can pick and choose which assholes go where when there are damn good people out there who don't live the same way as those holy believers.]
I'm not tryin' to start shit. I'm trying to get it.
[That's not exactly a lie though Freddy understands what Larry's trying to say and do, which is not start shit. He gets up off the bed now to spark up a cigarette. Smoking's probably against some rule too, isn't it Lent this season? Fuck.]
[Brown eyes watching, wondering. He doesn't regret trying to talk it out....the it though is illusive in its way. Nothing is clearcut, Larry himself is full of contradiction.]
[He has to think about this one for a moment. Technically he doesn't consider himself a part of any church but to say he hasn't gone to one in a while would be a lie. He went to the only one here before getting his bite results.]
I don't really have a church right now. [He pulls an ashtray over.] A couple of the ones I grew up around? I'll give you that, 'faggots' go to hell.
[The way the kid says it clearly leaves a sour taste in his mouth. Faggots are guys like Pink trying to change their codename color for pussy reasons. Not guys like them.]
[Regardless of what church. Bad enough that he's with a crook, like that's not some morally questionable activity. Would mounting a cross vindicate all of that? Maybe exorcise some evil between them? He's still watching.]
I remember that is what they'd say. You go to hell if you're born out of wedlock. You go to hell if you fuck before marriage. You go to hell if you disobey your parents.
Hold up and fucking listen. I told you, I'm not trying to start shit. And you know how much I like that assfucking and cocksucking, better yet I love it.
[It's addicting. Maybe most of that portion is because it's Freddy.]
I didn't know you were the cross hanging kind. If that means somethin' to you then [Larry spreads his hands] there you go. Fine. Good.
[Huff huff. Huff. If he's not trying to start shit then why did he bring up faggots? That's what the kid wonders as he smokes down his cigarette. Huff.]
Does it bother you? [Green eyes are looking straight at brown ones. Ready to detect a lie.]
[Freddy repeats, trying to get the answer to that even though maybe, just maybe, he ought to be listening to Larry too. It's hard when the kid feels like he's already being judged.]
You can do whatever the fuck you want to. [Even though I don't care would sound good paired with it, the old man's not going to say it because he fucking cares. No lying right now.]
I mean, it's your room. This is our apartment.
[Now it sounds as though he's trying to convince himself rather than grip the common ground. Larry is trying in his way to listen and understand.]
[The way he says his name is demanding the old man look at him. Square in the fucking caramel green eyes. Freddy may as well be an inquisitor, ironic considering his side of the law.]
Does it bother you.
[Despite his seemingly calm exterior the kid is incensed. He wasn't prepared for Larry questioning him, which in turn makes Freddy question his own decision to ever bring it into this household. What kind of home does he have where something so small causes such a big problem? Should've known better, Newendyke.]
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