You know I kinda thought the fact he doesn't know you or me or anything else [About Freddy Newendyke.] would please you.

[Spoken with a mild amount of sarcasm. Christ even in his slightly drunken haze the kid can't help but feel warmed by the sentiment. It's nice Larry thinks nothing's wrong with him, but sometimes he thinks he could piss in the old man's coffee and he wouldn't hold much against him...for long.]

Shit it didn't start out like that either, I just needed some help for my fuckin' memory, Larry. How the hell am I supposed to be any good to you if I can't sort out my own fuckin' head. [He frowns, then tries to look angry again.] Sure as hell doesn't change anything about you fucking spying. You don't trust me?