( on kneejerk instinct, frank starts to tap out a half-joking reply, wanting to run with it as if they were normal people with normal problems: why wouldn’t i be okay, why, do i gotta be dying to reach out to you,
except he knows himself and he knows them and, honestly, it’s a fair and realistic concern. he’s rarely okay. he always comes to her with blood in his mouth and shattered ribs and broken-hearted. frank darkening her doorstep usually means something’s gone wrong, he needs help, he needs stitching-up, there’s some bullshit coming down on his head. and she deserves better than that. which means it’s a relief to be able to admit: )
same as ever
not actively bleeding at the moment if that’s what you mean i’m good
( he is not, in fact, good, but that’s relative. )
no subject
why wouldn’t i be okay,
why, do i gotta be dying to reach out to you,
except he knows himself and he knows them and, honestly, it’s a fair and realistic concern. he’s rarely okay. he always comes to her with blood in his mouth and shattered ribs and broken-hearted. frank darkening her doorstep usually means something’s gone wrong, he needs help, he needs stitching-up, there’s some bullshit coming down on his head. and she deserves better than that. which means it’s a relief to be able to admit: )
same as ever
not actively bleeding at the moment if that’s what you mean
i’m good
( he is not, in fact, good, but that’s relative. )