But I ain't no madman.

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[orangetoughguy]

[The kid steps out around the counter now, from shrinking to getting mad in a split second.]

Because you won't let me take you to one! If it ain't no big fuss then it shouldn't be a big fuckin' deal to go! So fuckin' sue me I don't know whatever the fuck it is you're goin' through.

[There. He said it. Implied it. It's not just a back problem to Larry either, at least Freddy doesn't think so, or else a quick check up would be no big deal.]

You think I didn't see after you got off the field last time? I live with you. I fuckin' pay attention. [It's not quite the same as listening though. Freddy's doing his best to keep his other concern out of this, facing their age difference because again...who knows if he'll still be with Lawrence Dimick when he's his age.]

[whitetwoguns]

[He was trying to hide it, trying to keep up with everyone isn't the easiest. Going to the doctors would mean that there's a big problem. It'd also mean that they should accept that he may have a few physical limitations. Huff and puff.

That thing you wanted to avoid, Freddy well....]

Y'don't fucking get it so lemme tell you. You got an old piece of shit in the game and he feels like an old piece of shit. Are you happy now? I don't want some quack to go on and tell me what I can and can't do because of my goddamn age. Can you fucking gimme a chance to relax a bit, recover and then go again?

[Paws spread like he's waiting to physically catch the answer.]

I wanna enjoy it all while it lasts.

[orangetoughguy]

[He doesn't know where to fucking begin with this one. He really doesn't. And he's scared. Freddy shakes his head.]

You're right I don't fuckin' get it. Maybe if I was older I would, so just forget it. Sit back, relax, do whatever the fuck you want, Larry.

[This kid is heading for the door with his beer and cigarette.]

[whitetwoguns]

[That's the problem with lashing out. You do it out of instinct and when you get shit back, you forget what you expected reacting. Larry huffs.]

Where are you going?

[And more importantly, when will he get back.]

[orangetoughguy]

I'm goin' out to play.

[Spoken over his shoulder like it's no thing. Freddy's walk to the door is brisk and Larry could dare to stop him but the kid's not going to slow down aching to be caught, no matter how much he might want it too.]