part of the deal had been no fancy suits, and bill had delivered on that, at least. frank gets back from bolivia at five, the streetlights on and sky darkened. he shows up at the office before his own place, dressed down in jungle fatigue pants and a t-shirt, jacket over it. he’s tired, down to his bones, and knows he desperately needs a shower but knows he needs to get here first, after their debriefing.
bill’s secretary knows to let him in when he shows up, even though she’s getting her things ready to go for the night and closing up the office. he leans in the door as he watches billy move about the place, knowing he’d heard him come in. unlike billy, frank doesn’t come in silence, never has, can’t sneak and ambush worth shit. they both know it.
he takes one of his dogtags in his hand, eyes squinting as he makes the other out.
‘ hey, you.’ he clears his throat, keeping his distance like he always does, fresh from a firefight. ‘ i landed early. and i don’t get the kids ‘til monday, so - i wanted to surprise you. see if you’d wanna grab some dinner. ’ / @perfectsonnets