The relief he feels just from telling Larry that only fills up once again when the man says he was right about him. Why does he say shit like that? If Freddy were closer he could knock some of that machine shit down on his fucking head. Stop saying that shit. Please. It fucking hurts. For all those thoughts going through his head he keeps his face unchanging, displaying a stoicism so in tune with his own manner to an outsider it's casual.

"Yeah. Good idea," Freddy agrees for reasons he knows Larry doesn't know. He turns his focus to the ceiling as he leans back. "A Dr. Cameron's our girl for a few more hours. We got Eden who's helpin' the night shift cause they're short staffed."

He looks over to Larry. Is he impressed with his information gathering? He should be. Please be impressed.