[ He hates this. He hates feeling so dependent on another person, but he's so tired all the time, feels so raw too. When Matt leaves to do whatever he does, Frank's asleep until he's not, clawing at his skin until he's bleeding from the wrists and can't see Lisa, Maria, Frankie anymore.
He doesn't realize he's crying, gasping for breath and there's some snot too, until the door opens and Matt's coming around the couch. Matt. It's Matt. He's trying to even out his breathing, wheezing for breath like a man possessed with his hands reaching out like he's the blind one. Matt's solid, breathing, his heart thumping steady under his palm. ] Maria.
[ No. He tries not to let anymore tears flow at that but it's not like he can control them lately. ] No. Mo. Matt. We're in your apartment, right? Fuck. Fuck.
this darkness is the light.
He doesn't realize he's crying, gasping for breath and there's some snot too, until the door opens and Matt's coming around the couch. Matt. It's Matt. He's trying to even out his breathing, wheezing for breath like a man possessed with his hands reaching out like he's the blind one. Matt's solid, breathing, his heart thumping steady under his palm. ] Maria.
[ No. He tries not to let anymore tears flow at that but it's not like he can control them lately. ] No. Mo. Matt. We're in your apartment, right? Fuck. Fuck.