[ frank forces himself to stall for like ten minutes before heading out with max, and in a round 14 or so he's outside the gym waiting for midnighter, the stocky pitbull leaning against his thigh with all his mag-boots on. they don't even seem to bother him anymore. when he spots the other man approach, it's impossible to prevent the way his spine irons out, standing tall and back ramrod straight like a general just walked into the room. he hasn't seen him since he became whole again, and he doesn't know how to thank the other man for all that. maybe he just needs someone to hear him out? or maybe it's as simple as giving him the option not to be alone. either way, frank's 100% here for it.
his bruises have faded some and he doesn't appear to have many new ones. one day he'll learn how to get along. maybe. ]
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his bruises have faded some and he doesn't appear to have many new ones. one day he'll learn how to get along. maybe. ]
...Hey.