It had been days since the group left New Rome and the boat ride up after the Iris debacle has been… somber; aside from Hazel muttering every so often; and listening to the boat move while everyone tried to sleep. You and Frank were awake, and he hesitantly asked,

“…Hey, you okay?”

Frank was also bone tired, his cropped flatop grown out a little and greasy. Weighed down by the mission so far. But Frank was the empathy of the group, he was the one keeping all the feeling stuff (which there was a surprising amount of during this quest) and he was there to be the shoulder to lean on.

Frank patted your shoulder quietly. He hoped that he was helping out a bit. You looked stressed, everyone looked stressed. It was stressing him out a little; but that didn't matter as much. The ocean around them rocked them quietly and the Orca pulled the boat further to portland.