[ he hears the click of her impractical heels approach even before max blows up her spot and he turns from the wall he'd been wiping blood off of with a rag, the top half of his jumpsuit hanging around his waist so he doesn't get blood on his only clean one. his undershirt already has a few specks, but it's nothing compared to how gruesome his bruises look after several days to settle into his skin. frank looks up at her, his own expression soft and even a little vacant. ]
Hey, Karen. [ his voice sounds small, lost. he feels like he's lost everything by matt coming here, and yet he wants to protect that asshole. it's a confusing day for him. to say nothing of all that still lies between himself and karen, unsaid, and that's his fault too. ]
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Hey, Karen. [ his voice sounds small, lost. he feels like he's lost everything by matt coming here, and yet he wants to protect that asshole. it's a confusing day for him. to say nothing of all that still lies between himself and karen, unsaid, and that's his fault too. ]