[Hands together, big thick fingers curling around slim and freckled ones. Mighty hard to keep a steady gaze listening and hearing good.]

Would you let me know if it ends up that what ever you find ain't us? I can take it man. I can tell you what I want until I'm fucking blue in the face and it won't make it more true until it's true to you.

[The old man is a but busting with interchanging blows of relief, of remorse and of plain confusion. He wants to call the whole thing off and pretend they never started this jaunt unto the unknown. That'd be great but it wasn't his idea. This isn't all about him anymore. It's about them and where they'll be. If it's not gonna be left behind, it's gonna be moving along with progress.

Larry sighs and tilts his head forward to lightly brush against Freddy's if he's near enough. There might be a pretty sharp smell of dye. It's touched up again. That might have been four months since he fixed it last.]