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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[orangetoughguy]

[He hasn't seen that trim desert fit form in over a week. How the fuck is Freddy supposed to live? Shit Newendyke that's exactly the kind of thinking that's going to keep things the way they are when you want some kind of change. Something he can't even define neatly for himself.]

I got your number.

[Freddy finally manages a natural smile, small sure, but large in its sincerity. He's up on his feet now, ready for the inevitable goodbye. No no, not goodbye. Don't say goodbye.]

Have a goodnight, okay?

[whitetwoguns]

I got yours.

[With one mailing address besides that. To his credit he doesn't sigh. Larry reaches out to pat him on the shoulder. That is the maximum of masculine touching. Last time was a kiss. You can't always get so lucky. Last time also had far more talking about where they stand, about feelings.]

You too, have a good one.

[Maybe alone.]

[orangetoughguy]

Thanks...

[Funny how they think on the same wavelength but translate the thought to words in different languages. The kid returns the pat to the old man's patting hand. No kiss, not here where people can see them, not because Freddy's ashamed but because that gesture is too special to share at a buffet. Especially when they won't be going home in the same direction.]

I'll see you around.