“I wouldn’t say I’m on speaking terms either,” Frank said. Hadn’t been for a while. Arguing terms, definitely. Fighting terms. They were the same terms he’d had with his old man, so maybe that was kind if fitting.

Frank ran his fingers over Billy’s cheek and jawline gently. His eyes went, momentarily, to the knot of scarring on Billy’s shoulder that they did not talk about, and then came back up.