[What the fuck is he supposed to do? Freddy feels too proud (or foolish) to say he'd like for nothing more than to have Larry rub his paw over his head and tell him it's all right, that it's gonna be okay, and that he's not rotten for thinking or feeling differently. Is he rotten? Is the kid a poor insensitive fuck up for telling him no? The more this goes on, the harder it is for him to imagine changing his own answer or that his answer can be changed at all.]

I don't want you to be some stainless straight and narrow fuck!

[He'd be sucking on therapist cock if that were the case, he'd be with a woman if he wanted an easy normal way of life, be there but empty for her. Be a good cop without any heart left to get the job done and done right. Easy and by the book. Except that wouldn't be easy at all would it? Freddy's not truly happy not being himself, no matter how much he's been taught differently.] I just want--

[Suddenly the kid's losing steam, he chokes. He licks over his dry lips, averting his greener gaze. Those sour apples have never lit up with more life for a person than for Mr. White, but it's not so simple to say "Yes, I'd run away with you." Freddy breathes quietly.] I gotta get outta here for a little while.