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[ the tears start out strong, but he's deflating fast for the shelter raleigh's arms provide him. it's easy to just stay, suspended there, leeching what comfort he can from the other man's warmth. a man who'd been through almost exactly what he had. he appreciates that raleigh doesn't argue with him, even if it leaves him with an empty spot in the pit of his belly, perhaps somewhere an empty assurance would have gone. he prefers the silence, or even david agreeing with him - that he had killed them - only to take it back with an apology moments later. ]

I was... I was on my way to the VA when I came here. [ it's ridiculous. his first real therapy session and it had been usurped by a space kidnapping. a wet sob morphs into an unsteady laugh as he slowly pulls back, wiping his face on his jumpsuit sleeve and patting raleigh's arm with the other hand in gratitude. ]

[wentnuclear]

[ 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.