But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

"Sorry I missed your call. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Have a nice day."

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[whitetwoguns]

[The old man nods. He's making a list in his head. Cigarettes, hair dye, shaving cream, more Jack Daniels...condoms. Take it, Dimick. You pulled the trigger. You chose this man. And goddamn this isn't worth it to ruin everything you've got.

Like a tough guy he's trying to hide his own wounds, knowing that emoting has already threatened their open honesty.]

You're welcome.

[It feels funny to say.]

I'll head out. Fill up the car and get a few things. If you think of anything we need, lemme know. I'll get it.

[Because going out is something he needs.]

[orangetoughguy]

Sure. Yeah I'll let you know.

[Taco out of his mouth, obviously. Listen to this part though, Lawrence Dimick.] I'll be here.

[whitetwoguns]

I'll be back.

[And not roam the streets or bury his sorrow in any place or person that'll hold it. He's a liar, a criminal and a killer but he's not that kind of a person. Not right now at least. Larry gets his jacket and makes for the door.]

Coke right?

[orangetoughguy]

[Freddy nods, putting on a little smile.]

Uh huh. Coke.

[whitetwoguns]

Okay.

[Out the door now, into the night again. Keep on moving, Lawrence Dimick. If there are answers they'll come on to you. Until then, he repeats what he needs to himself. There's something solid and certain in that. Certainty isn't going to be stocked on a shelf for a bargain though.]