His whole being wants to rail against what Matt is saying, and not just because Matt's the one saying it. He takes a bizarre level of comfort from the man sitting close to him. If it were anyone else on board he'd put an easy hand on their back, maybe, or touch at Matt's arm. But because he's him, Frank keeps his hands to himself, doing his level best not to spiral out.

"You know I really hate it when you're right," he grumbles roughly without any of the heat he might usually carry into their interactions. Matt is right though. Not being able to save everyone, or even himself on occasion, isn't a reason to give up. He'd become complacent of late, he has to find a way to put his skills to use. That is, outside of dadding everyone. That's not going anywhere.

Slowly, he forces himself up, knowing he should let the man get settled on his own. On his way up, he pats the other man's knee like your dad does after you have a real chat. Sorry, he's actually 70 on the inside.

"You remember how to find me?" Not like he thinks it'll be hard for him, but just to check. Again #justdadthings.