[ he hesitates, then raises his free hand to the back of freddie's head. his fingers touch down on his hair, which has a faintly unwashed texture but is still softer than his own on a good day. he laughs, a thin breath that stirs a few fine blond strands. ]
Aye, but you enjoy it.
[ the sense in freddie's words is starting to pull together again. he knows the basic details surrounding lance and his murder, even if he didn't hear it from freddie directly. he knows it has to do with incentives and people leaving and, more importantly, people making a conscious choice to leave.
he could tell freddie that it didn't feel like a choice, at least not for him, but decides it wouldn't help the situation.
he has wondered, more than once, why freddie's still here. but he never really broached the topic, either because of cowardice or because he didn't think freddie would tell him even if he did ask. he doesn't ask now, either. instead, he says, ]
You're no killer, Freddie Baxter, no matter what it is you choose.
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Aye, but you enjoy it.
[ the sense in freddie's words is starting to pull together again. he knows the basic details surrounding lance and his murder, even if he didn't hear it from freddie directly. he knows it has to do with incentives and people leaving and, more importantly, people making a conscious choice to leave.
he could tell freddie that it didn't feel like a choice, at least not for him, but decides it wouldn't help the situation.
he has wondered, more than once, why freddie's still here. but he never really broached the topic, either because of cowardice or because he didn't think freddie would tell him even if he did ask. he doesn't ask now, either. instead, he says, ]
You're no killer, Freddie Baxter, no matter what it is you choose.