But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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We pay a price for all our choices made;

[synanthrope]

[Saya moves back a little, one step, then the other]

I see. A woman? A girl?

We pay a price for all our choices made;

[whitetwoguns]

[On the tail end of talking about honesty and lies. Larry would tell her straight if it was only his secret. It's not. It's theirs. Freddy is going to have to see this woman every day, collect pay from her every day.]

Please understand the type of predicament this is. I'm not in the practice of turning down beautiful women.

We pay a price for all our choices made;

[synanthrope]

Are you sure?

[She holds that a moment, as if it's his last chance to say yes, which, in fact, it is]

We pay a price for all our choices made;

[whitetwoguns]

[She's a few months short. He would have then without feeling bad at all. At this point being with anyone else is out of the question. What a fucking betrayal of trust that would be. Larry rubs a hand over his face.]

I'm sorry. No insult is meant at all, Saya.

[And chances are, he should leave if he knows what's good for him.]

We pay a price for all our choices made;

[synanthrope]

[A shrug]

Very well.

We pay a price for all our choices made;

[whitetwoguns]

[That would be the signal. Larry approaches, rather than turning away completely he leans and gives her a kiss on the cheek.]

I hope we can do dinner sometime. There are some wine tasting specials.

[Hopefully that's not too much too soon.]

We pay a price for all our choices made;

[synanthrope]

[She tilts her head and smiles a little, but it doesn't reach her eyes]

If your situation changes, let me know. I'd like to fuck you until you can't see straight.

[She turns, her heels clicking as she makes her way into another room, letting Larry see himself out.]

We pay a price for all our choices made;

[whitetwoguns]

[If that one doesn't go right to his dick... She's a hell of a woman. And Larry has a hell of a man. He should leave. Now.]

You'll know. Goodnight, Saya.

[Yeah, he's escorting his own ass out, not even bothering to put on his coat until he's out the door. Damn he needs another cigarette.]