[ Matt can't see him anymore, but he remembers what he looks like from before. He can hear the muscles moving that indicate that smile, however slight. Frank smells like Matt's shampoo, currently, but there's this electricity to him that he's not sure how to describe. It's a sort of thing he's picked up since Kandahar.
He doesn't want to move, but the position he's in is a bit awkward. He shifts, because sitting beside him means he breaks the two of them apart, and eventually gives up to straddle his lap. It puts them impossibly close, but it doesn't matter. He can feel the hammering of Frank's heart in his chest, and feel the warmth of his cheek against his shoulder. ]
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He doesn't want to move, but the position he's in is a bit awkward. He shifts, because sitting beside him means he breaks the two of them apart, and eventually gives up to straddle his lap. It puts them impossibly close, but it doesn't matter. He can feel the hammering of Frank's heart in his chest, and feel the warmth of his cheek against his shoulder. ]
I'm glad.