[Truly in what ways? The old man snuck into an Elvis show once. He has stories and adventures from a time when Freddy wasn't even alive and Freddy loves to hear them. It's not something to be ignored because it's part of what makes Lawrence Dimick. The age, his number, his generation, all of that is what it is, what it ain't is any cause for concern. At least Freddy tries to live this way, the only time it'll concern him is when his body starts breaking down sooner than Freddy's but that's presuming they're even together that far down the road. Sometimes he's not sure if it's sweet to imagine it or just naive.]

I guess...but I'm pretty sharp too. I know what's what, like when some other guy wants to keep me all to his fuckin' self. [aka. You, Mr. White. He nudges his elbow lightly into Larry's side.]