How long has it been since he last saw you? Frank can hardly recall such innocent memories these days, it feels impossible.

He loved you in high school, married you right after, only to get divorced in college. It was amicable, he thinks. Yet, you're sitting across from him, now, in some shady diner about to discuss a job. Not as a friend, but as a fellow vigilante.

When did that even happen?

"Have the years treated you well?" Frank almost cursed at himself for his awkwardness.