log post II

[orangetoughguy]

third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
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[orangetoughguy]

I didn't mention a lot of things, Larry. You don't either. I dunno it's not stuff you can just talk about real easy I guess.

[Come on, for a little while they went by codenames and well there was that cop thing. But Freddy was obviously able to talk about this particular issue of faith with that other guy. Shit.]

[whitetwoguns]

You're right. It's not. I was thinking about that. I could have stood to be more open minded.

[Pick. Pick]

Half the problem though. [With the church or something. Freddy's not that though.] Your therapist friend believe in God? That must make it easier.

[orangetoughguy]

No, he don't. He's some spiritual hippie crap.

[On one hand that almost makes it seem patronizing. On the other it was never really about God in the first place and more about introducing an aspect of himself into their home that happens to deal with faith in God.]

What are you getting at?

[The picking doesn't escape the kid's notice at all.]

[whitetwoguns]

...okay.

[That doesn't make any sense though. How can he be more understanding? Maybe it could be that he's more open to rack job things. That kind of a thing.]

Hm? Oh. Nothing. Nerves I guess.

[He's itching for something. Not a cigarette.]

[orangetoughguy]

[..........Freddy just stares at Larry.]

Tell me. What is it now.

[Oops he didn't mean to imply that last part so harshly, but it came out. And it is what it is.]

[whitetwoguns]

I'm fighting not to do something stupid okay. [Like fall off the wagon looking for a fix. Which is a fucking stupid reason to do so when your man needs you to be clean. This isn't that bad of a conversation...is it?]

All the fucking tension. [Hands away from his mouth.]

You talk about what you believe with a guy you don't know as well as me.

[Or does he?]

[orangetoughguy]

I can't believe this bullshit.

[Yeah, he said it. Bullshit. Freddy shakes his head, realizing this isn't going to end so well. Again.]

I don't come home to him or fuck him.

[Or get Transformer toys from him or hold his hand when he's fucking dying.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Yeah. Well. Believe it. Larry's not backing down or turning to apology, not now and not just yet.]

I didn't say that. Sounds like you damn close to him. [Shrug. Could be some old coot with no friends, no body at all and a kid who likes to talk and old ears that like to listen and play Master Yoda.]

You listen to him.

[orangetoughguy]

[The first thing he wants to shoot back is that he's not close to him so it shouldn't fucking matter, but the fact that Larry thinks he could be and that this is apparently a problem grinds his nerves. Don't let the old guy have all the answers so easily.]

So what if I was?

[There are a couple of people Freddy's close to...like family members and an ex-girlfriend, and stuff.]

[whitetwoguns]

If you were then [the old man stands up and moves away from the kitchen barstool seating, he's going to the coffee table for a cigarette] I'd think it'd be something we could talk about.

[Or is that something that's not quite done neither? Larry realizes he's starting to sound like a pissy, possessive girlfriend. At this moment he doesn't give a fuck.]

[orangetoughguy]

You're getting ideas you don't need to be getting. I'm gonna be upstairs.

[The kid takes his beer and turns away from the kitchen. It is something they could talk about, honestly, but the implications thus far and the burn fresh again just makes Freddy not want to talk about it. For now.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Inhale. Exhale.]

You just got in. Don't go leavin' again already.

[He did apologize didn't he? Well, that was for before. And right now he needs to do it again? Already? Brown eyes watch him as he moves to the stairs.]

Cut me a break here, kid.

[orangetoughguy]

Well what the fuck do you want me to do, Larry? You get suspicious about everything.

[Okay maybe 'suspicious' is pushing it but that's how it feels to the kid. He's stopped near the stairs but not on them yet.]

You got questions about the shit I put in my room, you got questions about who I fuckin' talk to.

[whitetwoguns]

I pissed you off.

[Swallow. Well. No shit there.]

I can't even fucking ask questions to figure out how or why? I can't get answers? That what you're trying to tell me? If I don't ask, how the fuck am I supposed to know?

[He spreads his hands and actually is expecting an answer to at least one of those questions.]

[orangetoughguy]

Larry. Get off my back.

[The way he says it this time there's an undercurrent of anger again. Not just annoyance and frustration.]

[whitetwoguns]

We're not going to talk then.

[All that waiting. For nothing. Larry sucks down another drag from his cigarette. The old man himself is now getting angry. He's not even being given the chance to fix whatever the fuck he messed up.

Yes, he does think that the shrink is suspicious. And aside from that, all this time Freddy never said he knew anyone. Why not?]

That is what you should tell me if you're not going to answer my questions.

[orangetoughguy]

[The kid bites his tongue before he can say anymore because anything he has to say only feeds into what the old man wants and Freddy here doesn't want to give it. Instead of saying anything at all he just gestures his open hands at Larry, as if to say cool, you answered your own question.

Then he turns to stomp back upstairs.]

[whitetwoguns]

Don't fucking walk away from me.

[He yells now. Only his voice is following the kid up the stairs. Larry feels red in the face. Why in the fuck is this alright?]

[orangetoughguy]

[Oh he's still walking, walking, walking, up and up. Then he's into his room with the door slamming behind him. Even though the kid wishes he wasn't doing this to them both.]