(Frank takes a breath like he forgot to do so for the past few minutes. A 'wake up' gasp, even. Like he's jumping up from a bad dream. Except this isn't bad at all. This is ... this is wonderful.)
It's a good thing we're friends, ain't it, Red?
(His big meaty hands fumble with Matt's ear-- tracing the shell of his ear, squeezing his earlobe. The hand moves back into his hair, gently scraping those dirty fingers along his scalp.)
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It's a good thing we're friends, ain't it, Red?
(His big meaty hands fumble with Matt's ear-- tracing the shell of his ear, squeezing his earlobe. The hand moves back into his hair, gently scraping those dirty fingers along his scalp.)