[Before he can say anything at all that might fuck shit up, he'd rather show his relief. Don't go squirming or moving away. Dimick closes the distance between them to press his lips to Freddy's.]

Sorry. Okay. That wasn't how I meant for it to be.

[Except that's how it is. He wants to keep at the same pace, he wants to always be what revs up his engines.]

Is that what you wanna do, tough guy? Have...have some kind of wildcard days were we go out on our own?

[Please see that he's pushing through his own bullshit, kid. Don't go pulling on back while he's reaching for you.]