[Bright warm caramel green eyes to those older deeper brown ones framed by the creases that show Larry's age. Floppy dirty blonde hair's fallen forward, close enough to brush against Larry's face.]

You're a cop cause you don't know how not to be one. If you feel that way, you're a cop. If you don't, you're not.

[That's no outright declaration of which one he is or where he is on the spectrum at this point in his life, but it's something Freddy Newendyke's never forgotten. It's something he'll probably take to the grave.]

Turn over. [There's your cue, Lawrence Dimick, and despite his solid tone, the way Freddy's touching him suggests of course he would like to have the man's full cooperation.]