[What a fucking relief that is, as if Freddy doubted it for a second. See, the old man would be acting differently if there was guilt and blood on his hands. He knows what Larry's like, enough to figure that out anyway. You live with a guy long enough you just do.]
Okay.
[But is he talking to Freddy or himself? Orange didn't say the words but the way he approached the situation and his demeanor now say: I'm listening. Maybe that's what White needs, someone to talk to about himself because Freddy's no fool. Cops know this kind of thing. Larry doesn't think he's a fool because he's a cop, right?]
You see anything like that happen today? [He asks, reaching up with his good arm to rub freckled fingers into his peppered hair. He wouldn't mind it if the old man wanted to touch up, honest.]
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Okay.
[But is he talking to Freddy or himself? Orange didn't say the words but the way he approached the situation and his demeanor now say: I'm listening. Maybe that's what White needs, someone to talk to about himself because Freddy's no fool. Cops know this kind of thing. Larry doesn't think he's a fool because he's a cop, right?]
You see anything like that happen today? [He asks, reaching up with his good arm to rub freckled fingers into his peppered hair. He wouldn't mind it if the old man wanted to touch up, honest.]