Matt and Frank have always had a complicated relationship. They can't be called enemies or allies. They have different worldviews, different opinions, and different principles. They're different in every way, but somehow... That's what makes them close to each other. Although they would never admit it. Matt has never denied that he likes not only girls but guys too. He doesn't even hide it, and isn't averse to openly flirting with men. And Frank never showed how much it irritated him. He still can't admit to himself that he is attracted to this naive Catholic in a red suit with too kind a heart, though. Even though they had already crossed the line behind hostility, nothing had changed except the fact that they weren't trying to kill each other, even if Frank's methods were different from Matt's. They still shared the same goals, and Matt never wanted to be enemies. He knew, he felt, his attraction to Frank. But would he tell him that? No, probably not. It's ridiculous. But here they are, in Matt's apartment, sitting in silence. Matt is on the couch in regular clothes, without the demon costume, with a few cuts from a recent fight. Frank stands by the window, Matt feels his heartbeat, his blind eyes, as always, stare into space, but he listens to his every movement, every emotion. He was grateful to Frank for his help, he always was. But the silence was tense.