[Arms are open and hands are empty because he abandoned the drinks in the kitchen at the noise. Way to cut right on through his cool head. Irrationally he thought someone else was in the house. Just the kid working out an encounter with a fucking psycho. Freddy doesn't even need to ask. Bigger, tanner arms hold onto him.]
What'd he do then? Nothin'. Not a goddamn thing.
[That cop he tied on up and cut off his ear. That wasn't even the start of it. He held him at gunpoint and threw him in a trunk. That cop was someone he didn't even know who didn't do nothing to him. Larry swallows. All these grim thoughts have to process.]
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What'd he do then? Nothin'. Not a goddamn thing.
[That cop he tied on up and cut off his ear. That wasn't even the start of it. He held him at gunpoint and threw him in a trunk. That cop was someone he didn't even know who didn't do nothing to him. Larry swallows. All these grim thoughts have to process.]