[ frank nods. he'll find a way, but he isn't there yet. and he doesn't have anything relevant to share. instead, he holds out his hand to cement their pact. when poe places his hand in his he'll squeeze as he holds the other man's gaze, his other hand reaching out to pat his elbow companionably. when he pulls away he signs just one word: Promise. and for the first time since arriving here he feels truly at ease. funny how a suicide pact can make you chill a minute. ]
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