Freddy has problems viewing the world with nuance, and also some major damage regarding male role models. It probably wouldn’t even matter if Captain Kirk was a douchebag. The LAPD is full of douches. He still went along with a lot to get their approval.

“Right,” he says, blushing. “I know.” Real people are not heroes or villains. It’s something he understands intellectually, but not quite emotionally. “Jesus, of course. I’m not going to spring that shit on him.”

Now, he gets it. It doesn’t seem fair to have been privvy to so many emotional and personal moments in a real person’s life. Suppose he were to meet somebody who knew about, say, the moments at the warehouse when he was whining and crying in Larry’s arms–because they watched it on fucking television. Not that anyone would want to make a show or a movie about his last hours, unless they were kind of a sick fuck, but still.

The look on Adia’s face when she mentions the dangers of the Nexus does make him concerned. Not for his own safety, since he doesn’t actually give a shit about that, but because it sounds like something bad happened to her here. “I’ll be careful,” he tells her. “I’ve still got my gun on me too." Though it's probably not of much use, even if it weren't out of bullets. "And I'll stick to the Plaza."