[ They can stay like this as long as Frank is comfortable -- for all his fight and swagger, Raleigh isn't actually very macho. Not anymore. Now he's the kind of guy that'll go right up and hug an old friend and let it linger in front of everyone, that'll admit his faults in advance of anyone calling him on them. There's really only one thing he keeps locked down at this point. ]

This place has shitty timing. [ But then Frank's pulling out of his arms and wiping his face, and Raleigh's not sure how to handle the moment anymore. He lets his hands sink back to his lap, a tiny worried frown on his face. ] Look, man, I'm not a therapist or anything -- and our nonexistent support group needs don't exactly match up here, but. If you ever just wanna talk about them, what you've lost and how to keep going... I've been there, you know? Still working on it, so maybe we could together.