[How big of a pussy and a pushover would that make him to come on out like that? Freddy should know. The old man didn't think of it in those words until Eames laid it out on the bar with their drinks, napkins and subject matter.
Here, he waves off some of his own smokes.]
Sorry.
[This bar doesn't seem to mind. Others do. Funny old world and all it's changing.]
I dunno. I try not to spring big shit on him.
[Try. He tries to keep off of cocaine. It'd be kind of good right now. In the very least some weed.
In the back of his mind he is thinking of that older, colder Freddy Newendyke. Was that a ghost of other futures or just one where the old man died?]
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Here, he waves off some of his own smokes.]
Sorry.
[This bar doesn't seem to mind. Others do. Funny old world and all it's changing.]
I dunno. I try not to spring big shit on him.
[Try. He tries to keep off of cocaine. It'd be kind of good right now. In the very least some weed.
In the back of his mind he is thinking of that older, colder Freddy Newendyke. Was that a ghost of other futures or just one where the old man died?]