[Fuck. Fuck. Right away he knows anything he has to say about the matter will probably just hurt Larry. The kid's no genius but this he just knows because Larry's that kind of man. How does a good guy like him keep wanting to treat a scared little fuck up like Freddy so well? He can't even look Lawrence Dimick in the eye and the guy's sitting right there in front of him.]
I don't want to.
[That's not a 'no' per se. He pushes the comic aside and leaves the papaya on an end table for Sam to peck at on his own. Freddy runs his fingers through his hair trying to figure out a way to be accommodating.] What do you have to say?
no subject
I don't want to.
[That's not a 'no' per se. He pushes the comic aside and leaves the papaya on an end table for Sam to peck at on his own. Freddy runs his fingers through his hair trying to figure out a way to be accommodating.] What do you have to say?