“Oh, Hell, I believed you. But it’s this, or I stay standing here, or I go wandering off round the city until I crawl back to Karen’s,” Frank shrugged. “But I guess all this- this supernatural stuff ain’t so new to you, huh?”
That was as close as he was willing to let himself get right now to asking what exactly was going on with this guy. He wasn’t exactly easing himself in anymore, not since Peter, but this was kind of personal.
The walk to Josie’s was quiet, though the silence was more companionable than awkward. Matt’s hand on his arm was a warm, steady presence, the tapping of his cane oddly soothing. Then-
“Jesus, Red. And I thought I drank in some dives,” Frank snorted, though it really was his type of place, the teasing made him feel a little more at ease. He opened the door for Matt, hand going to the small of the other man’s back as though guiding him here still necessary.
“I’ll take a whiskey, no preferences. And soda,” he added after a thought. “I’ll get a table. Gimme a shout if you need to Marco Polo your way over.”