[The color of his eyes really kicks up a notch when the water works are on. Breaks Larry's heart. What to tell him? Nothing to get his hopes up too high. Shit is going to hit the fan. They'll be back in Los Angeles, whatever time may or may not have lapsed they'll be looked for. He sighs and leans even closer both hands hover a second like he can't touch him, like it isn't acceptable---back home it's not everywhere else but some private place. How many of those will they get?
The handkerchief comes on out. Not a fleck of blood is on it. Larry hands it over to Freddy to blow that nose on it, to wipe his face, fuck to just throw it back.]
Quit it with that.
[Fuck it, old man. Don't wall up now. That's not what the kid needs.]
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The handkerchief comes on out. Not a fleck of blood is on it. Larry hands it over to Freddy to blow that nose on it, to wipe his face, fuck to just throw it back.]
Quit it with that.
[Fuck it, old man. Don't wall up now. That's not what the kid needs.]
I've forgiven you. Don't you know that?