[Smaller but not tiny paws mirror those big open ones.] What am I some kind of fuckin' saint? I'm not a fuckin' saint, Larry.
[He's a cop, he's seen things too, albeit from the other side of the fence. Is that what draws a line in the sand? Yeah he asked the kid not to get angry and now Freddy's getting angry. Good going, Newendyke. He huffs, trying to calm down now and not let his temper get the better of him.]
Maybe you're a little messed up, Larry, but so am I and you know what? It still doesn't fuckin' scare me.
[He folds his arms across his chest and glances away, feeling like some kind of stupid spoiled kid who got lucky on a bear. A bear who thinks he might not be able to handle the mess he is. It's one think to just value his own privacy but to keep private over that? No, Freddy wants Larry to know he's not afraid.]
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[He's a cop, he's seen things too, albeit from the other side of the fence. Is that what draws a line in the sand? Yeah he asked the kid not to get angry and now Freddy's getting angry. Good going, Newendyke. He huffs, trying to calm down now and not let his temper get the better of him.]
Maybe you're a little messed up, Larry, but so am I and you know what? It still doesn't fuckin' scare me.
[He folds his arms across his chest and glances away, feeling like some kind of stupid spoiled kid who got lucky on a bear. A bear who thinks he might not be able to handle the mess he is. It's one think to just value his own privacy but to keep private over that? No, Freddy wants Larry to know he's not afraid.]