[Of course he sees right through it. Who you think he is, Freddy?]
I don't make it my business to go spreading other people's business around, not under any circumstances. [Well, most circumstances.] But if you need me to cover for you...
[He trails off, leaving the statement open. The tone in his voice now is different from what he's used with Orange in the past, more like one he'd use with a comrade than a known crook he's happened to have a few friendly conversations with.]
[Cover for him? Really? After he's just fucked the guy's face into the floor? Maybe it wasn't as impersonal as Orange tried to make it, he is a bit of a tryhard sometimes. He actually looks at Raymond for a brief moment.]
Don't ask, don't tell?
[Because when it comes to certain things and certain people, Freddy can't stand to be a liar. He can be fucking Baretta one second and the worst undercover alive the next.] You?
[He doesn't make it his business to go on and on about his exploits either but it's nice to reciprocate the specifics.]
[Raymond isn't one for emotional attachment, but under circumstances like these, he isn't exactly one for impersonality either. Fucking a guy he barely knows is one thing, but fucking a guy he might have a reason to look out for? Well, that's entirely another.]
Sure. [And then, with a slight shrug:] It doesn't matter to me. [As long as it's not public news front and center, he doesn't much care who knows who he's been fucking, or that he's been fucking, for that matter.
Except for Ivy, of course. But then, she's young enough that he figures that should go without saying.]
[Orange says with a nod of agreement. It sounds like they have some sort of semi-spoken understanding anyway. That's part of why he looked to Raymond first. Maybe it was stupid of him to presume he could trust the guy but he's turning out to be not such an asshole or just an asshole after all.]
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I don't make it my business to go spreading other people's business around, not under any circumstances. [Well, most circumstances.] But if you need me to cover for you...
[He trails off, leaving the statement open. The tone in his voice now is different from what he's used with Orange in the past, more like one he'd use with a comrade than a known crook he's happened to have a few friendly conversations with.]
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Don't ask, don't tell?
[Because when it comes to certain things and certain people, Freddy can't stand to be a liar. He can be fucking Baretta one second and the worst undercover alive the next.] You?
[He doesn't make it his business to go on and on about his exploits either but it's nice to reciprocate the specifics.]
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Sure. [And then, with a slight shrug:] It doesn't matter to me. [As long as it's not public news front and center, he doesn't much care who knows who he's been fucking, or that he's been fucking, for that matter.
Except for Ivy, of course. But then, she's young enough that he figures that should go without saying.]
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[Orange says with a nod of agreement. It sounds like they have some sort of semi-spoken understanding anyway. That's part of why he looked to Raymond first. Maybe it was stupid of him to presume he could trust the guy but he's turning out to be not such an asshole or just an asshole after all.]
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He nods in return, saying nothing else but keeping eye contact with him until he finally turns away. Off to the bathroom he goes.]