Standing in the graveyard, standing in silence, Frank was only vaguely aware of the noises around him. The leaves rustling in the trees, birds singing, cars passing distantly.
So when that rhythm changed he was very much aware of it. The smooth swish-swoosh of something on the grass and then the gravel of the path.
Frank tipped his head, glancing in the direction of- He let out a breath. Speak of the- goddamn.
It was difficult to marry the two together, but he could kind of see it now that he knew. The height, build, voice. It made sense.
"Hey, Red," Frank said softly, knowing full well that the other man would hear him. A smirk tugged softly at the corner of his lips, his hand dropping from the headstone and tucking itself into the pockets of his hoodie.