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If you don't know who the fuck you're trying to reach, then hang up the fucking phone. If not, leave a message. Try to make it snappy, will you?

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[Pink lowers his own gun, watching Orange. There. Guns down. He takes another minute and offers his hand, casually, to help the asshole up. Orange is so green it almost hurts.]

Are you okay to get back to your place?

[Whatever the fuck is going on, Pink decides it's more than he wants in on. He might always look out for himself first but this is one of two people in this place that he has history with, and Pink knows that sometimes an ally is worth their weight in what they can do for you.]

[He could shove that hand away but he won't. Freddy grasps it firmly and pulls himself up, shorter than Pink but no less tough despite being a goddamn greenhorn. He tucks the gun away.]

Yeah. [You're going to be okay.] I'm okay.

[He'd say something about calling him if he needs to, coming over, whatever, but Pink isn't that kind of guy and neither is Orange.]

Yeah, yeah, whatever.

[If the pain hasn't sent him to a doctor, then the pain won't. Pink watched this guy bleed out for a long time, and yeah, he begged, but anyone would beg. Last thing they need is another trip to the fucking hospital]

Look if he drops by, if you hear from him or whatever...let me know.

[He can't bring himself to look Pink in the eye when he says this.]

[His lips flatten]

What do I look like, a courier?

[But he will. As soon as he gets the story from White. If White deigns a visit appropriate]

Just don't piss him off again. But if I hear from him, I'll call you.

[Freddy gives a little nod as he moves to the door. That's the closest he gets to saying thank you. He thinks about mentioning the cat though but Larry won't talk to him so he does the next best thing.]

He hates cats.

[If Freddy really cared he'd first tell Larry that Pink's got one. Larry's loss for not wanting to entertain his company.]

That's not my problem.

[But it's duly noted]

Right.

[Freddy nods again, looks up, down, up, to the cat. That damn cat still has his fucking ring. He steps out of the apartment without another glance.]