You'll get somethin' better than Tylenol at my place, I promise.
[Something to ease his suffering anyway and maybe knock him out for a few hours. Shit. Frank doesn't know what more to do but he isn't about to abandon Matt for anything.
The folded cane drops without any of Matt's usual finesse. The frustration there is clear. Wordlessly, Frank picks it back up and sets it in the cup holder to Matt's left. Moments later the door's slamming shut and Frank's joining him in the driver's seat, van started up and heading home. Somewhere more like a home than here, anyway.
He's quiet initially, unsure how to start up a conversation when he'd been under the impression that Matt was dead all this time. Frank can't even be mad at him in this state - not really. He has to swallow down his own baggage and be the support Matt needs right now, driving him to safety.]
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[Something to ease his suffering anyway and maybe knock him out for a few hours. Shit. Frank doesn't know what more to do but he isn't about to abandon Matt for anything.
The folded cane drops without any of Matt's usual finesse. The frustration there is clear. Wordlessly, Frank picks it back up and sets it in the cup holder to Matt's left. Moments later the door's slamming shut and Frank's joining him in the driver's seat, van started up and heading home. Somewhere more like a home than here, anyway.
He's quiet initially, unsure how to start up a conversation when he'd been under the impression that Matt was dead all this time. Frank can't even be mad at him in this state - not really. He has to swallow down his own baggage and be the support Matt needs right now, driving him to safety.]