Frank's been in that kind of crazy, so deep in it that he sought it out. Now that he's started crawling out the other side he realizes that he doesn't want to go back. But his brush with the Seminary, that's not a scar, not a real might-have. Just a stop on a straight line where he didn't get off. He can't regret what the Marines gave him, even with what it led to.

He watches Red haul his ass up and get them coffee. "Dumb-ass," he mutters in thanks, fondly, as the heated ceramic is placed in his hands. Takes a burning sip with an appreciative sound. "Hells yes I would have. I woulda pissed in your holy water and chuckled about it."