[He's fallen down the side of too many molehills in his time. Calm, quiet acceptance doesn't mean that he truly believes anything is solved or buried. But it does make him feel like less of a dirty bag for the moment.

Larry's cigarette is about out. He puffs on it for all that he's worth still regarding the other man with with mellow brown eyes. Something about how he takes this information. It is bullshit philosophy. Every person here is full of it. Something means something but then it means nothing or there's something wrong with your childhood.

Oops. What if Mr. Argyle knows someone who is crazy. Could that be it? Larry did not consider that. He wets his lips.]

Just a thought. I mean, who really does know one way or the other. Though I gotta say if you think you're crazy then I'm a fucking head case.

[A little depreciating humor never did any wrong. And if Mr. White should owe it to anyone outside of Freddy, it'd be the man he took a chomp out of.]

Good. I'm glad. Hope it stays that way.

[Because another run in with Eames---maybe next time with good reason and bullets not fangs---or even Arthur who could be deadly in his own way, they're better as friends. Whatever they may be.]

If anything because Christmas is comin'.

[More joking. But really though...]