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He knows he's made a reputation as the weird dog guy, but well, it's about as normal as he gets. At least insofar as aliases go. And he knows Daniel Castellano is a stupid name, but it's the best he could do on short notice. Florida is not a place he'd ever thought he'd live, but it turns out Amy had needed him after all. Dumb fuck. And he couldn't think that of her more fondly. There's an even odder couple not far down the way from their townhouse, try as he might not to notice Rita and her beau. It's almost impossible not to, with their picturesque leave it to Beaver lifestyle. It's too much like what he'd lost, so he's been trying to keep her at arm's length, but after leaving everything and everyone behind in New York it's near impossible not to make a connection. He waves to her when he walks his dogs, not wanting to be that guy, and maybe he enjoys the times she invites them in for lemonade and a much-needed water break. Despite how vicious some of the dogs look, they always greet her and the kids sweetly, and it's much the same for Frank himself.
He notices - it's impossible not to notice that there's something wrong with him, the boyfriend. He seems so mild-mannered, calm like Rita herself. Nothing outwardly amiss about the guy, but Billy had been the same way. If only he knew: Dexter is far more like Frank himself than his dead compadre. Except for the feelings thing, but he always did feel enough for ten men, thus the five dogs he's got in tow. Which is how he notices the pup in distress next door to the happy couple, too. Every day through his impromptu snack session, he hears him, hears the woman screaming at him to shut up. It cinches a vice around his heart. He hatches a plan, tuning out Rita's complaints about it, how bad she feels for Walter, though it would only incentivize him further.
In a hurry the next day, well really it's more like evening, but it's difficult to tell in this eerie perpetually-Summer hellscape; Frank almost collides with Rita on his way out the door. He's dressed in all-black, not exactly Miami signature, or in line with the breezy guyaberas Danny seems to favor. It would seem his expedition is in vain anyhow, Walter's chipper bark one he wouldn't mistake as the little beagle runs up to his feet like he knows this is where he belongs. He dips down to brush his fingers through the dog's fur before even trying to get his voice around a hello, but eventually he draws up straight and steps back to let her in. It would seem he'd underestimated her completely, maybe it isn't just Dexter who's off.
"Sorry, uh- hey. You want coffee? It's about all we have here." He leaves Walter to the pack, they can show him around better than he can anyway.
He notices - it's impossible not to notice that there's something wrong with him, the boyfriend. He seems so mild-mannered, calm like Rita herself. Nothing outwardly amiss about the guy, but Billy had been the same way. If only he knew: Dexter is far more like Frank himself than his dead compadre. Except for the feelings thing, but he always did feel enough for ten men, thus the five dogs he's got in tow. Which is how he notices the pup in distress next door to the happy couple, too. Every day through his impromptu snack session, he hears him, hears the woman screaming at him to shut up. It cinches a vice around his heart. He hatches a plan, tuning out Rita's complaints about it, how bad she feels for Walter, though it would only incentivize him further.
In a hurry the next day, well really it's more like evening, but it's difficult to tell in this eerie perpetually-Summer hellscape; Frank almost collides with Rita on his way out the door. He's dressed in all-black, not exactly Miami signature, or in line with the breezy guyaberas Danny seems to favor. It would seem his expedition is in vain anyhow, Walter's chipper bark one he wouldn't mistake as the little beagle runs up to his feet like he knows this is where he belongs. He dips down to brush his fingers through the dog's fur before even trying to get his voice around a hello, but eventually he draws up straight and steps back to let her in. It would seem he'd underestimated her completely, maybe it isn't just Dexter who's off.
"Sorry, uh- hey. You want coffee? It's about all we have here." He leaves Walter to the pack, they can show him around better than he can anyway.
