The comeback earns a laugh but Frank just turns to the doorway. Red's injured and needs his space, that's what Frank tells himself. He tells himself better not to jostle the wounded.

Nobody's banishing anybody.

"Eh. I've slept on worse couches. Night, Red." Frank pulls the door close on Red's turned back but don't latch it, leaves it open a crack so that--

Well. He's injured. That's all. He'll break in the couch; Red left a blanket for him anyway.