[That's what he thought. Get a move on little bird. This bear is being pulled. Larry lays however he can with the kid, half on the couch not putting anymore weight than he has to on Freddy.]
You won't.
[Not in his book. The city is never going to ask what he thinks. Until that day he can only offer up his word.]
I'm right here, cowboy. I'm right fucking here.
[Lips touch his forehead. His paws touch against his stomach.]
no subject
You won't.
[Not in his book. The city is never going to ask what he thinks. Until that day he can only offer up his word.]
I'm right here, cowboy. I'm right fucking here.
[Lips touch his forehead. His paws touch against his stomach.]
Are you still hurting?