[There has to be something here between these two but Frank won't ask. He doesn't dare. The tone of her words despite her actions is confusing. Does she care or not? Does she want him to stay or not? Frank recognizes the tough love shtick but it seems a bit much when he's this physically fucked up.

Frank pulls his hood back up, frowning between them, and takes a hold of the chair.]

I'm sure he's grateful for all your help. [Or... something. Frank isn't used to being a peacemaker here. He feels a little awkward but nods respectfully yet again, ducking his head some as he starts to wheel Matt out of the room and down the hall. They'll take the back exit where he's parked, his van out of sight from the main road.]

That was fucking awkward. [He comments once outside, stopping by the door to leave the chair there. He plans on carrying Matt to the car at least, not about to steal a wheelchair from an orphanage.] I get a feeling there's some bad blood there.

[But he really doesn't need to know the details. He comes around, one hand on Matt's shoulder all the while before he leans into his good ear.] Van's just down this ally, I'm gonna carry you if that's alright.