All of a sudden I got the feeling that if I let this one roll it'd be the beginning of the end. I'd turn a blind eye and you'd be out the door the next thing.

[His voice drops in volume. Freddy an still hear because he is so close. Walking side by side allows him to avoid eye contact.]

All that shit was in my mind. It's got nothing to do with how I think you'll act or say or whatever. I can't be mad at you for who you are or what you wanna do. If you didn't want me anymore, you wouldn't pull it along or put me in other people's beds.

[As if the kid could physically do the act. He sets his jaw and feels smaller, slower admitting things like this. Give and fucking take.]