[Funny how Mike's face just lights up and he goes from a brawling bad ass to someone unexpectedly soft and sweet. Frank is sure his own transformation of that kind is equally shocking. Not that he cares. Nope. So here they are again in his drafty apartment. He's at least taken to getting a mess of blankets. The windows are shut tight. Space heater blasting. Gotta keep his man cozy.
What matters is they're here, together.]
Traffic? [Pfft. Really does not matter any. Frank's lips are ready and has a peck for Mike's nose.]
Doing fine, better you're here.
[Which is an understatement. Love can't cure all ills, no. It can sure make the preexisting ones better.]
...No more sniffles?
[Or rather severe bout of illness that befell is swim in the Hudson.]
no subject
What matters is they're here, together.]
Traffic? [Pfft. Really does not matter any. Frank's lips are ready and has a peck for Mike's nose.]
Doing fine, better you're here.
[Which is an understatement. Love can't cure all ills, no. It can sure make the preexisting ones better.]
...No more sniffles?
[Or rather severe bout of illness that befell is swim in the Hudson.]