The sky ignites Freddy's hair. Oh fuck is it all so beautiful. The light, the cars and Freddy standing there. He cant loop his arm around him immediately but Larry does reach to touch his hair.

"Okay, Mr. Professional." Fucking Professional like way back when... "I'm entrusting you."

He licks his lips and doesn't say much more. Now isn't the moment but in this moment he realizes what he wants to do. What he should do. It's simple and somehow an obvious decision to most. That would tie up an important end. His own thoughts paint a stupid grin onto his face.