But I ain't no madman.

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[He's fallen down the side of too many molehills in his time. Calm, quiet acceptance doesn't mean that he truly believes anything is solved or buried. But it does make him feel like less of a dirty bag for the moment.

Larry's cigarette is about out. He puffs on it for all that he's worth still regarding the other man with with mellow brown eyes. Something about how he takes this information. It is bullshit philosophy. Every person here is full of it. Something means something but then it means nothing or there's something wrong with your childhood.

Oops. What if Mr. Argyle knows someone who is crazy. Could that be it? Larry did not consider that. He wets his lips.]

Just a thought. I mean, who really does know one way or the other. Though I gotta say if you think you're crazy then I'm a fucking head case.

[A little depreciating humor never did any wrong. And if Mr. White should owe it to anyone outside of Freddy, it'd be the man he took a chomp out of.]

Good. I'm glad. Hope it stays that way.

[Because another run in with Eames---maybe next time with good reason and bullets not fangs---or even Arthur who could be deadly in his own way, they're better as friends. Whatever they may be.]

If anything because Christmas is comin'.

[More joking. But really though...]

[dropkick]

[ This time the laugh is more genuine, a full bodied sound that seems to escape him with an undertone of appreciation for the humor and acknowledgment of the consciousness of the reply. Something that had coiled unpleasantly at Mal's sickness - the memory of it rather - unwinds and smooths back down further beneath the surface. While his laughter supplies his response for headcases, his smile shifts slightly as if to say me too, brows lifting in the sort of way that suggests he won't be holding his breath about it, but the preference to maintain sanity is a common thread he thinks most 'people' can attest to. Or at least not wanting to be perceived as such.

Mention of Christmas has Arthur turning more toward White, peering down at him, trying to figure how much of that is a joke and how much is actual interest/investment in the holiday. Certainly if they 'celebrate' Halloween and so on they'll celebrate Christmas in some way, probably, and he wonders if it's worth worrying about (knowing he'll file it under some kind of worry anyway.) His hands slip into his pockets. ]

Right, Thanksgiving first though. For some of us.

[ Not only are there plenty people who aren't Americans here but there are people who aren't technically 'people'. Anyway, he's pretty sure they won't be stuffing turkeys. Neither will Arthur of course. He's not really fit for the kitchen unless it's coffee one's after. ]