Featherweight? Tell that to the fractured ribs you ended up from the last time.

[ Not that he really wants that. Not at all. He'd rather just enjoy this. Find these small moments.

Mike sits up a little from where he's leaning against Frank when the food comes. It smells amazing. He gets his own fork, and dinks it lightly against Frank's with a grin. ]

I suppose I am. Guess you're putting up with me just as much, huh?