Seeing the purple morsel offered he does reach over. It's hard fighting the natural inclination to invade the old man's personal space so why bother fighting? Too bad Freddy actually has to get out of bed to get the treat. Too far, damn. Larry's a fucking tease. He sighs, leaning back into bed.

"I wouldn't," he shakes his head. Imagine that, finding more common ground in the midst of their opposing professions. Not that Larry has any idea about it, does he? "No one ever said what the damn process was," Freddy adds, giving Larry a knowing look, the difference between a lie and petty details. He purses his lips, craving a cigarette with which to make some smoke rings.