Date: 2018-07-17 09:00 pm (UTC)
onebatch_twobatch: PB: jon bernthal (grin)
Frank sat as close as he could, ankle hooked against Billy's, leg touching from hip all the way down. He was a grinning fool about the whole thing, at this point, and was glad for the relative quiet of the train, heading out toward Brooklyn now, though he didn't know if they'd cross the bridge or not.

He didn't actually know where Billy was staying at the moment. But he was about to find out, and that was exciting all on its own.
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