Frank doesn't understand a whole lot, but he understands what two people who know the guts of each other move like together. It's like finishing each other's sentences but without the need to aggrandize about it: it just is. It's not flash, and bang, it's self-awareness that includes another person as self. He and Maria could move around their kitchen like that. He and Bill, fuckin' Bill, they had that once upon a time when they were shoulder-to-shoulder under a goddamn hailstorm of bullets.

Red and Elektra fought like that. Like they'd ripped into each other far enough to share the blood and came out the other side.

Frank grabs the ice pack and knocks the freezer closed. "Midland Circle? Yeah, I heard about that. Only thing is..." Frank drops back into the chair, chases his knee with the ice. "I don't see how a dead woman got under that building with you."