[No fights here. Not yet anyway, but he'll swat that pointing finger aside.]

Because you walk away! You walk away from me every time! You walked away now, for fuck's sake you walked away last week. [What do you expect from a rambling man, an ex-con-now-fugitive. Fuck don't think that way, Newendyke. Freddy shakes his head.] You turn around like it ain't no thing when I know that's bullshit, it hurts you.

[There's emphasis there because Freddy's fairly sure if Larry didn't want him to know he's hurt then Freddy would never ever know. Mr. White is a fucking professional.] Why does it hurt you, huh? Because it's not what you want or because it's not how you thought I'd be, huh?

[He's getting face to face with the other man, far within fists' reach though they aren't flying yet.]