[He never wants to get used to the warm greeting. It shouldn't ever be old or mundane. He wants this. Badly. This is what he would kill for, this is what he would die for. Sorta hard to put that kind of emotion to words so he'll just envelope Mike in an embrace, one arm about his middle the other up to cup the back of his neck. A happy, if not exaggerated hum reverberates in the kiss.
They can be themselves here. In private. No questions, no comments. Just Mike and Frank.]
C'mon in, babe. [Though it's more of a shuffle together because he's not letting go.] How are you feeling?
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They can be themselves here. In private. No questions, no comments. Just Mike and Frank.]
C'mon in, babe. [Though it's more of a shuffle together because he's not letting go.] How are you feeling?