There's silence for a moment, space for acknowledgement of the truth of that. They're better where they are now, for better or worse.

Then Frank barks a laugh that ends in a wheezed exhale as he lets his head drop back to look at the ceiling. They haven't turned on a light; he didn't realize it until now. "Y'ever think there's some alternate path out there?" His fingers tap patterns against each other. "Some upside fuckin' down universe where we both became priests and ran in the same small fucking New York parish circle? Damn, that's funny." He wets his lips, closes his eyes, listens to the drip of the coffee. Smiles. "Yeah, that would be somethin'."