Again the old man laughs, warm and soothing. Then he shifts to look at Freddy, eye to eye. His palm cradles the side of his face. "I'm serious, kid. Come with me."

Oh fuck. Freddy's thankful the lights are low because his eyes become greener with the salt of welling tears. "Okay," he answers softly, out of his mind.

"Your lady deserves better," Larry says, leaning forward to press his lips to the kid's forehead. It's not a judgment call on his character, it's just a fact. No woman deserves a cheating man. "So do you," he adds. And no one should have to live a fucking lie like this, Larry knows it first hand. He was a kid once too.

His frankness cuts Freddy Newendyke something deep. Freddy has to swallow and breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, smoke, to keep from unraveling, to keep from putting his cards on the table. "I want to be with you," he says painfully, genuine.

Larry's so fucking delighted. "You've got me in the palm of your hand, kid." He threads his fingers with Freddy's freckled ones. After all this he plans to tell Orange his name, where he grew up, how the only dog he ever had was for just one month before Lawrence Dimick had to move to another foster home. "I'm yours."

Freddy squeezes Larry's hand tightly and nods, he doesn't want to let go. Orange belongs to White now but White was always his from the start.

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