"I was already fucked by then. Thought it would cure me. Save me."

Frank appreciates the gesture of the movement but he knows Red well enough by now to see it for what it is. He doesn't know if a blind man with a concussion will still get nauseous with a bodily shift but be it on his head, literally; Frank's never asked for Red to be anything but what he is.

"Thought didn't last long. I enlisted as soon as I got my diploma and got some sense beat into me."