[There goes his beer too then, on some counter or the top of a filing cabinet. His cigarette actually goes in an ashtray he finds on the other side of his beer holder. The kid thinks nothing of the door shutting until he looks back up at Larry.]
It's--
[Nothing. No really, Lawrence Dimick, Freddy just sees it as something he could, would, and should do for a friend. Someone who's kind of more than 'just a friend.' Paws in his hair and a kiss take him by surprise but he melts right into it with ease. His own hands run from broad shoulders to Larry's neck then up to cradle the sides of his face. Don't try to pick pocket the cocaine, White. He'll know.]
no subject
It's--
[Nothing. No really, Lawrence Dimick, Freddy just sees it as something he could, would, and should do for a friend. Someone who's kind of more than 'just a friend.' Paws in his hair and a kiss take him by surprise but he melts right into it with ease. His own hands run from broad shoulders to Larry's neck then up to cradle the sides of his face. Don't try to pick pocket the cocaine, White. He'll know.]