[The night and day after the Nobu fight are ones that Matt wishes he could have changed. No sense in it. And they can only move forward. Mike was spared the pain that time. This time? Not so much. If there was a way to swap or exchange, he would have. For now he keeps huddled close. Just breathing. In and then out. Syncing together. They've done that since infancy. Mike's physical state provides a challenge, Matt stays right with him.]
Mmmhmm. There.
[As much as he would like to ignore the presence of Frank, he can sense him place an arm around Mike's waist. There is no hesitation in the way he curls against Mike's body. And while he would be suspicious of intent, there's no proof that he would do harm here.
No one is going to move here, at least not until Michael wakes again. Matt focuses on his breathing, listening to the three of them. Frank's fingers are idle, they sort of just rub and stroke at the blankets. Slowly he drifts off to sleep, the motion of his hand stilling.]
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Mmmhmm. There.
[As much as he would like to ignore the presence of Frank, he can sense him place an arm around Mike's waist. There is no hesitation in the way he curls against Mike's body. And while he would be suspicious of intent, there's no proof that he would do harm here.
No one is going to move here, at least not until Michael wakes again. Matt focuses on his breathing, listening to the three of them. Frank's fingers are idle, they sort of just rub and stroke at the blankets. Slowly he drifts off to sleep, the motion of his hand stilling.]