[ frank nods as he eases the car onto the road, it's been a while since he flew too. years since he came back from afghanistan now, actually. ] Better than walking across the pond, right? [ a lame joke as is frank's wont, once you get to know the guy's humor anyway. ]
[ charlie has been in cars before. he has never driven one because he has no licence, but he has been in cars, so he stops being quite so wide-eyed after a little while, but he keeps throwing little glances at frank. like he can't quite believe that this is real.
that he's here. ]
I don't think anyone could. People cannot walk on water, can they? Except this Jesus fellow. [ he's heard about it on tv!! ]
Fuck if I know how it works. I wouldn't be surprised if one of those freaks could, though. [ 'freak' doesn't sound derogatory when it comes out of his mouth. like, it might be slightly impressed. like he could criticize anyone for using all the resources at their disposal. ]
[ oh wow charlie you really are out of touch. ] As far as I know, vampires are still fake, but what do I really know? I was overseas for most of this shit. There was an alien invasion and a bunch of people in pajamas fighting them off. Then our government thought it would be a great idea to just blow up Manhattan because blowing shit up is what Americans do best. [ like he would know that for damn sure. ] One of the guys, Ironman or whatever, flew the nuke into space and saved New York. And now people like them are just coming up out of the woodwork. [ it's kind of fascinating to watch honestly ]
[ but despite the words, there's no suspicion or disbelief in charlie's tone. of course he believes frank. not only does he consider frank good and trustworthy, his own life features aliens and a rift in time and space. he is an alien. they make tv shows about this sort of thing, too. ]
[ he snorts, nodding at the other man's assessment. his whole life is like that now, undead ninjas, some guy who got his powers from a dragon, whatever. it's not frank's place to judge. ]
Oh it did, with blow-by-blow replays of every minute. [ if frank doesn't seem the sort to believe what he hears, well. he believes what he can see and process with his own eyes. sometimes that isn't the whole truth, but he tries. ] Britain doesn't have any of those assholes, running around in their pj's, fighting bad guys?
Not as far as I know, no. Maybe they're doing it very secretly?
[ the same way he and his friends fight alien invasions very secretly. or fought. they aren't doing that anymore. he's not even sure they're friends anymore. not after what happened, not after what he did. charlie falls quiet at the thought, looking away, but it just means that he's looking out over new york as seen from the highway and that's — actually somewhat of a very welcome distraction. ]
Yeah, kid. Maybe. [ but frank doubts it. vigilantes aren't great at keeping secrets, imagine that. ] Anyway, what do you wanna do first? [ frank's prepared to take him to all the good places. empire state building, lady liberty, coney island, and even central park though he might strategically avoid the carousel for his own sake. ]
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that he's here. ]
I don't think anyone could. People cannot walk on water, can they? Except this Jesus fellow. [ he's heard about it on tv!! ]
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People can actually walk on water?
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[ yes, he watches that show. everyone is very pretty. ]
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[ but despite the words, there's no suspicion or disbelief in charlie's tone. of course he believes frank. not only does he consider frank good and trustworthy, his own life features aliens and a rift in time and space. he is an alien. they make tv shows about this sort of thing, too. ]
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Oh it did, with blow-by-blow replays of every minute. [ if frank doesn't seem the sort to believe what he hears, well. he believes what he can see and process with his own eyes. sometimes that isn't the whole truth, but he tries. ] Britain doesn't have any of those assholes, running around in their pj's, fighting bad guys?
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[ the same way he and his friends fight alien invasions very secretly. or fought. they aren't doing that anymore. he's not even sure they're friends anymore. not after what happened, not after what he did. charlie falls quiet at the thought, looking away, but it just means that he's looking out over new york as seen from the highway and that's — actually somewhat of a very welcome distraction. ]
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