whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

Deal.

[Plop right down in his seat with coffee, cereal, music, his man...maybe now's not the best time to tell Larry what he's been thinking after all. Hrm.]

Tough crowd.

[That's what you get when you make prostitution jokes first thing. He's got an order of cereal to fill.]

How long do you gotta be at the old mill?

[Tony Stark's dream factory or whatever it is that goes on in their. Frosted cornflakes nearly make a chime noise as they're poured into a Freddy sized bowl.

The old man literally has no idea.]

Until 4, the usual.

[Which is actually quite the leisurely shift for a guy used to 12 hour work days...and three consecutive days off. Such is the life of not being an officer of the law anymore. Freddy watches those flakes come down in the bowl, thinking, thinking.]

Hey so I've been kind of thinking...

[Yes, that's a start.]

Good to hear. Still take it easy, even if you can make it the whole day.

[No strain on the body he figures. The old man's gotta know these things. Comings and goings now more than ever because who the fuck knows about Blonde coming back. He is still hanging in their subconscious whether they like it or not. Best be safe then sorry. That diner incident can't happen twice with good results.]

Yeah?

[Milk now. He takes a piece of cereal to chew on for himself.]

I'm taking it easy, don't worry about me.

[He waves his spoon at Larry then digs in after the man's helped himself to it.]

About Pink. He did me [Us.] a solid back there..

[Looks like he's got to pour one for himself. Best way to start the day they say.]

Sure did. I didn't think he had it in him. The guy isn't exactly the help your fellow man sort.

[Pouring cereal then the milk. Larry pauses as he's going to fish out a spoon for himself. Wait a minute.]

Y'don't owe him nothing.

[They don't.]

You don't think so?

[He's looking right at you now, Larry. Really looking, brows furrowed, trying to understand the old man's side of the equation. Not owing him anything...he didn't owe Mr. White anything either some would say, but Freddy felt it was the right thing to do.]

You know how he is.

[Looking right back. Now that he's got his spoon he's got half a mind to brandish it.]

It would be the right thing to do, not now though. Not with him. He'd get suspicious for why you wanna make amends and be chummy.

[Larry's no mind reader, he's thinking about giving Pink some sort of a super friendly pay of or becoming more friendly. If only it were that simple.]

What's he gonna be suspicious about if I come clean?

[He punctuates this option with a spoonful of cereal. Maybe chewing slow will help Freddy bide his time assuming Larry expresses intense dislike for this particular option.]

[Oh that. That changes everything but his answer.]

You want to tell him? Freddy, you tell Pink he'll fucking squeal to the whole City and watch the attention draw away from him. That guy wants to make a break for it and there's no where else to go. He's a desperate fuck and a lying little weasel. We dunno what he'd do.

[Larry didn't know what he'd do. Sweet lady cereal has got to take a back seat. He even drops the spoon on in so both hands can be free.]

Yeah, I do.

[He nods then swallows. Sips his coffee. Eats more cereal. Anything to not have to look at Larry and feel him judging for a moment longer.]

What for? Just to get on Blonde's good side? He didn't do shit when you shot him down and he helped me out. I don't think Blonde's gonna have a lot of sympathy for him.

No, no he won't but Pink's not gonna go on being buddy buddy with us when he knows we're a sure fire way into bad graces.

[Huff. He leans back and crosses his arms.]

Crooks and cops, you know?

[They don't want to stick together in most circumstances. Freddy and Larry seem to be the 1/10,000 chance.]

Maybe not with me. You think he'd bail on you just cause of me?

[Sure he made a run for it out of the warehouse but all that before it, it really spoke of some at the very least neutral foundation between the two. Besides, wasn't it Larry who found out about the diamonds here? Maybe the kid's just not thinking of crooks as scumbags enough. Again.]

No because of himself. That's all he cares about. We're good company when it suits him. If Pink feels like knowing us, and knowing what we'd tell him is a threat he'd try to do whatever he can to separate himself from it.

[Sell them out, pretend it didn't happen... Kill them? All of those seem possible. Larry combs his fingers through his hair and tries to take a hold of himself before he loses his temper.]

Can we at least think this over some more?

I wasn't planning to do it today.

[Freddy explains after another sip of joe. Yeah he saw that one coming, Lawrence Dimick, knowing his habit of jumping the gun or doing things without giving the old man a heads up. Not this time.]

[Brown eyes sorta widen a little before traveling around the kitchen. He's taking stock of the moment and what it means to hear that. Freddy is in charge of his own fate, except this piece would effect them both. It makes Lawrence Dimick a tried and true traitor of his kind. A cop going undercover is just being a cop. The old man doesn't need to explain himself, sure. They're is going to be heat. Pink can't do nothing quietly it seems like.

But maybe he'll see it coming.

Eyes back to Freddy.]

You really think it's the right thing to do?

[He's asking because he wants to know. All instincts in him say that it's not right, not safe and not logical. All these crook instincts.]

[HUFF. He nibbles on more cereal, it's getting a little soggy. Swallow.]

It feels like it. That's not how it works, I know. [Freddy adds to let Larry know he's not exactly naive about it either.]

[Spoon up again he pokes at his own bowl.]

We'll do it together.

[In case something goes wrong. Wrong like that godforsaken night in December. They've moved away from that, Larry still wants to be sure that it never happens again. Not when he's got something to say or do about it.]

[.....Freddy scoots his chair closer to Larry.]

If you really really really don't want me to say anything you can tell me.

That's the thing, I think we shouldn't leave Pink in the dark... but all I can think of is how many ways this can go bad.

[With that many reallys it would seem that there is no taking out of this one. He takes a bite and chews. The cereal is still good soggy by his count.]

He's not one to react well. There's safety in not telling. That's been one of my M.Os.

[Keeping him out of too much trouble.]

Integrity doesn't count for much here anyway.

[Unless you're on the police force, theoretically, and Freddy's not one of them. Anyway it's only a theory. He doesn't necessarily disagree with Larry either, it's a matter of weight the advantages and disadvantages, determining the benefits and the costs, at what price. They both paid a big one when he told the old man once upon a time...but look at them now. Eames didn't take it well either and they're still close friends.

Suddenly the kid feels like this is a good time to say it. He leans in to press his mouth to the old man's cheek.]

I love you.

[From a cop to a crook.]

About as much as a lie right here.

[To Pink. Not between them. Freddy may be burdened with the task of being the moral compass of this outfit. That's not because he's a cop. Even if he wasn't, anyone can see he's a good man. Larry might put on that sort of face. Everybody knows what they say about looks though.

Eames was a lucky break. Larry didn't do so hot, it did turn out in the wash...that's already two times. Do good thing always come in threes?

He was about to take another bite there. Oh. That's real nice. Larry has to use his hand now to grab the kid and pull him on closer.]

I love you too.

[Even though he missed. Larry starts his own to aim for the mouth.]

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[Oof. Pulled even closer now he's already anticipating the motion that almost always leads to another kiss. Lips purse just in time.]

Mmm. [Freddy sounds pleasantly. He licks his lips after they've parted.] Not bad.

[The taste, he means.]

[Sugary like cereal and sweetened coffee. The subject matter makes his kiss heavy and deep. Just what Freddy Newendyke does to him.]

We'll think it over then.

[Because the issue isn't gonna go away. Kissing is here to stay.]

I promise you I ain't gonna do shit without you, man.

[Another nod followed by another kiss, equally deep and heavy.]

But I ain't no madman.

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