Frank snorts, shifts just far enough to slide the mug onto the coffee table. Shuffles it a quarter-turn. Wonders if he should pry further but has to be real with himself - he's never met a knife he doesn't want to twist, just to see what more there is. He pushes himself up and heads into the kitchen, the breeze from the window cool on his chest as he opens freezer.
"Watchin' you two..." Down the scope of a rifle. It wasn't his fight, wasn't his kill. But how it played out, well. Frank's hand lingers for a moment against the cold of another ice pack. "Watching you work. That was like watching a goddamned ballet. She was your ride or die?"
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Frank snorts, shifts just far enough to slide the mug onto the coffee table. Shuffles it a quarter-turn. Wonders if he should pry further but has to be real with himself - he's never met a knife he doesn't want to twist, just to see what more there is. He pushes himself up and heads into the kitchen, the breeze from the window cool on his chest as he opens freezer.
"Watchin' you two..." Down the scope of a rifle. It wasn't his fight, wasn't his kill. But how it played out, well. Frank's hand lingers for a moment against the cold of another ice pack. "Watching you work. That was like watching a goddamned ballet. She was your ride or die?"