Kinda. But see, fuck, he probably's jumping to all kinds of conclusions. I don't like that. No one but you [pointing to the kid] and me [pointing to himself] can judge anything we do.

[Pissing in his coffee would not go quietly at all. But come on, the kid was bleeding. Fucking dying. Here he is right now. Why the fuck are they arguing.]

I coulda helped!

[Who knows how. This trust thing, that's what reminds the old man that he's pissed too.]

You need to ask that?

[Larry's trying to stand but gives up. Instead he leans away.]

I could ask the very same. I'm trying to tell you things, ask you things. You keep gettin' mad.