[Yeah about the porch...hold that thought because...yeah. The kid's got a couple issues with something so rosy and good and...fuck was that what they could have gone to had LA not been a wasteland? Is that what Larry wants? Don't think about it, Newendyke. Fortunately he's not because no one's saying any of this outloud.]
Aren't you sweet?
[Freddy breathes, giving just the slightest smirk as he sits up to stroke Larry's hair again.] Real fuckin' sweet...
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Aren't you sweet?
[Freddy breathes, giving just the slightest smirk as he sits up to stroke Larry's hair again.] Real fuckin' sweet...
[He says that last part with more affection.]