[Those four words--yes, the four, not the three--conjure effective nostalgia. Freddy pulls Larry towards the nearest wall, hand in his clothes now moving to clutch a paw as he continues deepening the kiss.]
We're okay.
[Except this time he's not bleeding to death or on the verge of tears. Anyone who witnesses them at this point ought to know not to look or else they (the public) might blush.]
no subject
We're okay.
[Except this time he's not bleeding to death or on the verge of tears. Anyone who witnesses them at this point ought to know not to look or else they (the public) might blush.]