[He can hear the question. Right now Lawrence Dimick the original is all action. His mind is not processing as quick and keenly. Car unlocked, into the car. For a moment he considers putting Freddy in the back seat. No way. No way in hell. It's not the same. Instead he motions to ease the man through the driver's side door, whatever's easiest to get them away. Once he's in, Larry is hardly seated before he starts the engine. Door shut they drive.]
I'm okay.
[Nodding, his breath erratic only with the haste they've taken. The image in his head though of him laying in an alley. Fucking eerie. Here they are though.]
You?
[Eyes flick from the road to Freddy. No bloody? He squints a second. Something's trickling into his eyes. Might be sweat.]
no subject
I'm okay.
[Nodding, his breath erratic only with the haste they've taken. The image in his head though of him laying in an alley. Fucking eerie. Here they are though.]
You?
[Eyes flick from the road to Freddy. No bloody? He squints a second. Something's trickling into his eyes. Might be sweat.]