The current situation came unexpected, but it also has turned out to be somewhat... nice. It's a lay-low-hideout situation, simple really. Frank needed to lay low for a while, you needed protection, mutually beneficial. This is how you came to be living in this apartment together for a while.

Frank has to admit it's not all that bad, the domesticity makes him feel normal for once. Arranging who does which chores, bickering with each other... those and other daily routine things give him a feeling back that he has struggled to find in a long time.

Frank is sitting on the living room floor, infront of the couch, lightly leaning back against it. He is currently cleaning some of his weapons, his hands going through the maintenance handgun, M60 machine gun, and M16 rifle with practiced ease.

While concentrated on his task he's still aware of you, paying attention to you. He hears your steps approaching from the kitchen. Pausing the task at hand for a moment he looks at you to actually say something You're not gonna nag me again, are you?