[Survival mode was Frank's oxygen in the hardest of times. Operation Cerberus had him in corners and peril he had never imagined. The training and determination to not only get through this but to live had seen him touch American soil again. This was a different challenge. It required parts of his soul he didn't know where still attached to him, then again when it came to Michael Murdock there were miracles again. He was alive. And he wore his same face and talked with his same voice.
There was a kind of sad, hollowness that no doubt came from the gaps in his memory. He had to be patient, he had to be kind. It was not only for Mike but for himself. Losing his brother and gaining his freedom was not an even exchange. Right now he didn't know what it meant. In time he would. So Frank made measures to keep Mike close. Keep him fed, keep him as comfortable as his meager existence allowed.
When he asked for Italian, Frank didn't hesitate. They got a spread much bigger than their stomachs and they would have leftovers for days. Whether it was the flavor or the comfort, it was a ray of hope.
The night is the hardest for Frank. The haze near sleep and waking nightmares and restlessness he had to soothe alone. That was not for Mike to trouble himself with. And being without him it was hard. Having him within arm's length was an ache he wasn't ready for. Like anything else though, Frank would find a way to deal.
The rumbling shakes the glass and he stirs. Just as he starts to settle he feels Mike move.]
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There was a kind of sad, hollowness that no doubt came from the gaps in his memory. He had to be patient, he had to be kind. It was not only for Mike but for himself. Losing his brother and gaining his freedom was not an even exchange. Right now he didn't know what it meant. In time he would. So Frank made measures to keep Mike close. Keep him fed, keep him as comfortable as his meager existence allowed.
When he asked for Italian, Frank didn't hesitate. They got a spread much bigger than their stomachs and they would have leftovers for days. Whether it was the flavor or the comfort, it was a ray of hope.
The night is the hardest for Frank. The haze near sleep and waking nightmares and restlessness he had to soothe alone. That was not for Mike to trouble himself with. And being without him it was hard. Having him within arm's length was an ache he wasn't ready for. Like anything else though, Frank would find a way to deal.
The rumbling shakes the glass and he stirs. Just as he starts to settle he feels Mike move.]
...can't sleep?