[Those hands are just one of the things he fucking adores about Lawrence Dimick, big old paws that hold him when he's fucking dying, hold him when he's crying in the backseat of a car, clutch him when his virgin ass wasn't sure it could handle being hammered. Those days feel like they happened so long ago but in reality it's been only a little over a year.]
Okay.
[Freddy huffs softly, rolling or being rolled off that big body onto--what? His stomach? His back? From which position can he smoke that joint easily? Because the kid is reaching out for it to take himself a pull then pass it on to the old man. Maybe they should have gone for snorting a line instead, except Freddy wouldn't fucking dare let it happen. Larry's not gonna fall off the wagon with that son of a bitch around.]
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Okay.
[Freddy huffs softly, rolling or being rolled off that big body onto--what? His stomach? His back? From which position can he smoke that joint easily? Because the kid is reaching out for it to take himself a pull then pass it on to the old man. Maybe they should have gone for snorting a line instead, except Freddy wouldn't fucking dare let it happen. Larry's not gonna fall off the wagon with that son of a bitch around.]