[ yeah well mr. wheeler blows. frank made blanket forts with his kids whenever he was home. which admittedly wasn't that often. that's what happens when you sell your soul to the us government right? first david's kids and now... this kid. it's like he's trying to make up for something he's already revenged. his face is still black and blue to prove it.
stuck in his own head, staring at the fort, it takes him a second to realize mike's trying to get his attention. he crouches down so they're eye level and holds the device while the boy gets out his question. at first, relief floods frank's system, to know that mike has a friend here. eleven, weird name. but his mood plumets at the mention of bad men. hadn't he slaughtered enough of them in his children's names? and for leo and zach lieberman. the photograph is still in his pocket and he wants to sigh, but he doesn't. his expression is open, worry sneaking in plain for mike to read.
he hits the enter key and types his own reply below mike's. ] yes
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stuck in his own head, staring at the fort, it takes him a second to realize mike's trying to get his attention. he crouches down so they're eye level and holds the device while the boy gets out his question. at first, relief floods frank's system, to know that mike has a friend here. eleven, weird name. but his mood plumets at the mention of bad men. hadn't he slaughtered enough of them in his children's names? and for leo and zach lieberman. the photograph is still in his pocket and he wants to sigh, but he doesn't. his expression is open, worry sneaking in plain for mike to read.
he hits the enter key and types his own reply below mike's. ] yes