[ the bat gets an eyebrow raise and nothing more, jerking his head towards the door as if to ask steve if he's ready. the staring doesn't really register anymore. he knows he stands out with his bulky frame clad in an all-black jumpsuit and combat boots that somehow make no sound even as they lift him a few inches off the ground. even without speaking, steve reminds him of billy -- and of so many other soldiers he'd known. young, impressionable kids being shipped off to god knows where under the guise of loving god and country. kids like frank just craved the violence. everything else had been secondary at the time.
he gestures for steve to lead the way out of the house, wanting to cover the boy in case anything should surprise them on the short journey to the caravan. it's part habit and part paranoia, but something tells him the young man will understand. ]
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he gestures for steve to lead the way out of the house, wanting to cover the boy in case anything should surprise them on the short journey to the caravan. it's part habit and part paranoia, but something tells him the young man will understand. ]