You honestly fucking think that I got a plan for what's to come? I don't, kid. I got ideas and they're nothin' right now but ideas. Feels like we'll get out of here, that we'll remember. Do I know we're goin' right back to LA? Not a fucking chance.

[That's something he can say solidly right now.]

I'm not asking you for jack shit right now.

[Woah. Larry's eying his hands in case if he's raring to make this fight into a fight. The verbal blows alone smart. Paris was sensitive but nowhere near as much as the kid's desire to see other people. Why the fuck is that relevant to this very moment now? Ain't it all behind them?

And then the killing.]

Why and the hell do you believe that I feel like you don't care enough? I know all you're dealin' with. All of it. Y'don't got to apologize either. Fucking shit.

[As he's talking he can feel his face still stinging.]

Stop acting like it's all bad, like I'm gonna fuck you over. I'm not. Can you get that through your thick skull?

[A big thick pointer points at that noggin.]