Yeah...I get that. [Freddy nods, lips wet again.] Look, I like you, I like you a lot.

[He sets a hand on the old man's broad shoulder.] ...I respect you, and I care about you, Larry. [Pause. This takes some guts to bring it out.] I love you, as a friend, as somethin' more than that. No matter what I'd have your back.

[The kid's doing his best to tell him that his love for the old man doesn't stop because they're trying to understand themselves in their own corners.]