[He and Larry used to. He and Larry did a lot of things on the couch in this apartment. Hell that couch was his bed for a long time. The push to his chest isn't close to his cracked rib but the pressure alone exacerbates the damage that's already been done. Freddy has to let go and stumble back, he finds balance against the nearest wall.]
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Sh-shit.
[His voice falters. Fuck that hurt. Fuck.]