[He instinctively closes his eyes against the soft touch. It's an irrelevant action for a blind man but maybe an instinctive one that comes all the same. It's nice, either way, how Frank's hand doesn't immediately pull or push. It's soft in the only way they're capable of being to one another; just on the fringes of contact in the spaces between.]
Sea stories. Same as all the other ones. [He says by way of explanation of where the bruises came from. One fight or another. It doesn't matter. Some brawl that ended in a way that Frank probably would disapprove of with the assailant in question in custody and maybe a hospital instead of a morgue. Standing in his kitchen, the gulf between them exists but it feels more shallow like this. They'll never really understand each other, not completely, but sometimes a little bit is enough. It is, anyway, when Matt tilts his head up to close some of the distance and height between them and presses his lips to Frank's in a ghost of a kiss.]
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Sea stories. Same as all the other ones. [He says by way of explanation of where the bruises came from. One fight or another. It doesn't matter. Some brawl that ended in a way that Frank probably would disapprove of with the assailant in question in custody and maybe a hospital instead of a morgue. Standing in his kitchen, the gulf between them exists but it feels more shallow like this. They'll never really understand each other, not completely, but sometimes a little bit is enough. It is, anyway, when Matt tilts his head up to close some of the distance and height between them and presses his lips to Frank's in a ghost of a kiss.]