[Freddy's smile isn't as wide, not quite like a floppy haired kid's usual grin, but with good reason. When they're on their way out, at some point (granted where they're in a less crowded place in which people won't know who they are) he'll guide one of those bear arms around himself to stuff Larry's paw into his own hoodie pocket. That's where it's easiest for him to slip his own hand on top of the other, subtle and out of sight.]
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