Frank let out a chuckle at her agreement, the similarity between their childhood selves. His parents had assured him he wasn't that bad, but he knew they were being kind. He owed them so much.
The mood settled again, and Frank nodded. It was obvious that she had loved this man desperately, with all of her, even if he himself had no comparison he could make, even if he'd never felt the way she did. He didn't know what else he could do.
There would be no more drinking for Nishka tonight, the empty glass being moved away. Frank sighed and finished his own, pushing it towards the barman. He couldn't leave her out here alone like this. If she wasn't going to be able to sit here and drink then she could end up anywhere.
"Why don't you let me walk you home, yeah? We'll get some fresh air."