Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

"Larry, someone stole that pie from the refrigerator. I know you did it," Raymond stated.
"So, what? Everyone got all the desert they wanted. Leave me alone," Larry reacted.
"Larry, you can't have that much sugar. You're diabetic," Raymond continued.
"Why don't you shut up about my sugar," Larry spouted.
"You won't live if you keep eating sweets like this," Raymond said.
Larry rose from his overstuffed chair, making his massive form apparent.
"I used to play guard on the Pine Creek football team," he said.
"Diabetes doesn't kill you immediately, Larry. It is a long, slow process. You might find yourself in a nursing home with nothing to eat but bland food no one could like," Raymond responded.
Larry stopped for a moment as he digested these words.
"You sound just like a doctor, Raymond. I know what my body needs and what it doesn't," he said as he walked out of the room.
The next day Raymond talked to his cousin, Julia, about her brother's condition.
"He is the most headstrong person I have ever known. Once he sets his mind on something nothing is going to talk him out of it," Julia said about her brother.
"How can we get through to him, Julia?" Raymond asked.
"Larry is just going to do what Larry wants to do. In some ways he is incredibly strong. He could bench press four-hundred pounds in college," Julia said.
"He's not a bad guy, Julia. He deserves better treatment than he gives himself," Raymond said.
"I know. He put the fear of Jesus into the hearts of my boyfriends. I guarantee you, no schoolboy got out of line with me," Julia mentioned.
"I think we might have to let him go, Julia."
"I'm afraid you're right, Raymond. I will miss him."