whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

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.]

[This isn't the pinky swearing grade school yard promise. Any more serious than this someone is bleeding. Kisses like this one from Freddy put dreams to shame.]

Thank you, baby.

[I believe you. There might be those three words again. Let's not use em too much or they'll end up not summing up to too much.]

[That's more like it, a less fretting calmer cooler professional bear. Freddy leans back enough to scoop more cereal into his mouth. Munch munch crunch. Well, not so crunchy, because the stuff's gone soggy. Sip of his coffee.]

I got time before I gotta run off. You? [All those three word phrases have his heart beating a bit like a super bass.] Wanna put my back on the table?

I got time.

[His time. Their time.

You know, for not being in the practice of talking things out... Freddy is coaxing him into the habit. It feels pretty good. Especially when things are tied up right there.

Paws get a roving. Right to the crotch.]

Can your back take what I wanna give you?

[Larry's not the only one being coaxed into the habit. That he's come this far along with Lawrence Dimick is a miracle on its own, Freddy's never been so good expressing his feelings in a relationship. Getting down and dirty on the other hand, well, Larry knows from personal experience how good he is at that. Oof, thighs press together around that paw.]

I guess the table's gonna find out.

[But look at how carefully he moves the cereal bowls away. Messy at times sure yet not a total mess.]

[The ought to learn something along the way. Sometimes it feels like the same old mistakes keep on rearing their ugly head. And sometimes it feels as though they can't cut a break. Freddy is Larry's break, he strives to be the same.

Getting down and dirty is something they've about perfected.]

Nevermind the cereal. Let's get to breakfast.

[Haha. The old man does have a thought of just lapping it up off of Freddy though. There's not enough time for a great fuck and a detailed shower. Heavy hands and now a snout are all on Freddy.]

But I ain't no madman.

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