Oh god, the thing is, he does. Jem's shown him a picture of her dad, when she came back. He does. Nothing like Freddie's - with his mop of blond hair and ridiculous moustache that his son couldn't hope to emulate. But he looks. He looks a bit like...
Horror dawns slowly over Freddie's face.]
....Fuck off.
[The phone's snatched back.]
Jesus.
[That's it, he's rolling her off him and vanishing under the covers, crawling down the bed as if to make an escape at the opposite end.]
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Oh god, the thing is, he does. Jem's shown him a picture of her dad, when she came back. He does. Nothing like Freddie's - with his mop of blond hair and ridiculous moustache that his son couldn't hope to emulate. But he looks. He looks a bit like...
Horror dawns slowly over Freddie's face.]
....Fuck off.
[The phone's snatched back.]
Jesus.
[That's it, he's rolling her off him and vanishing under the covers, crawling down the bed as if to make an escape at the opposite end.]