But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[whitetwoguns]

Send a message when you've got all your things. I'll deal until then.

[Yeah. That's how he'll leave it. No, it doesn't make any sense because he still has clothes here, food and his girls hanging on the wall. Dash it all right now. He can't stand to be here one more second like this knowing that it's all over.

Stomping back down the stairs.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Whatever you're waiting for, Lawrence Dimick, it isn't coming. Freddy goes back to packing his bag just as he said he would, though his movements are slower, less steady. His hands are shaking.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Coat on. Keys in hand. He remembers his beer and decides to drain it.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Fuck. He said he was leaving, if he pussies out that would be giving ground he doesn't want to give away. More a show of weakness. He already admitted a fraction of the hurt.]

Fuck you too, asshole!

[Stomping into the kitchen. The bottle shatters when he throws it into the garbage can.]

[orangetoughguy]

[The sound of glass shattering makes him wince, less so because of the destructive nature, more so because the very act seems symbolic of everything else breaking apart. But he doesn't do a single thing to stop Larry. Maybe unknown to Freddy he's killing to old man with his silence.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Stomping to the door. Not a word, not a fucking peep. That's how it's gonna be, then. He's huffing and puffing like he's finished a run even though he's just started a massive retreat of his own. Don't cave. Not yet. A final look around at some semblance of how the place used to be. It'll never look the same way again.

His final noisy statement is the slamming of the door. Swallowing now, again and again. Brown eyes are burning. Good thing he's got shades.

This wasn't how he wanted to start looking at fifty. Not at all.]