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[ he sits down across from her with a small nod of thanks for his drink. frank thinks of the sister for a moment and closes his eyes in silent prayer. in all his many stints in jail he'd never come back with any of the habits others do. but this time things had been... different. not like he's going to go back to the church any time soon, but he can at least pause before a meal. unfortunately, it gives him the focus to read between the lines of her story. his blue eyes come open, an angry heat in their gaze. ]

You found him. [ that's what they do, isn't it? he reluctantly takes a bite and washes it down with a sip. and then another longer one, he'd missed whiskey as much as she'd missed home cooking, apparently. ]