"What do you want Frank?" He asked, his fingers moving across the bar at the end of his bed, leading him around to the side of his mattress that faced Frank. He sat down on the edge of the bed and started folding up his cane.
He was trying to act nonchalant but his mind was racing, his senses making a map of the man laying meters away from him. The soft clink of a chain around his neck caught Matt's attention and he turned his head slightly to get a better read of it. Dog tags? Frank hadn't worn dog tags any other time he'd seen him. Dog tags and.. a ring. A dull metal, softer than the steel of the chain. Silver. But just a band, no stone, no sound of thinner parts that indicated engraving or a marine insignia-
Wedding ring.
Matt was surprised to feel a slight pang of grief, like a sympathy pain. Perhaps it was the wound of losing Elektra that was still fresh that caused the reaction. He realised with a small prickling on the back of his neck that he hadn't thought about how Frank had been there. Frank had helped him-