Frank comes through the door with a soft grunt, rolling his shoulder a little as he steps into the living room. Your eyes immediately take in the sight; he has cuts, scrapes, bruises, and wounds everywhere. He’d clearly taken on a lot of bad guys tonight, and your first instinct is to rush and try and help him. But you know how he is. He sits down next to you with a soft wince.

“It looks worse than it is doll, don’t you worry.”

he remarks, adjusting himself on the sofa.