But I ain't no madman.

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[whitetwoguns]

Are you fucking serious? Freddy, what the fuck do you want? Do you want to stay? Do you want to go out there and get fucked? Do you want to fucking live alone?

[It's enough to drive a body crazy. At first the old man's thinking that this is all just one pitch after another to get him to reach a boiling point he never knew he had. Both paws are in the air and it strikes him to the core that his anger may get the best of him.

Again.

Larry rakes both hands through his own hair.]

Goddammit, fuck this! Fuck you! Good luck, man. Nobody'll wail on you like I did. Won't that be great?

[He's stepping on out of the room and slamming the door behind him. Fat good that does since he's stomping into his room.]

[orangetoughguy]

[His expression shows doubt, clearly and woefully, but he doesn't take it back. He can't take it back. Larry said it himself, there's no one making him do anything but himself. He can't say 'yes' and go along with it hoping for the best, wanting that ever after, anymore. That's not how it works. This proved it. What started out as his assistance in someone else's budding relationship has snowballs into the decimation of his own. Maybe it was bound to happen, who knows. Freddy has nothing to say to Larry now because if he says a single word it'll end with 'take me back' already. Like the old man asked, why did he want to get back together so soon? That won't happen again. He winces when Larry slams the door hard enough to rattle. Then without another word or whimper, Freddy starts packing a bag.]