[ he shows her his arm, dried blood caked to his jumpsuit. too late. ] Bed sheets? [ it's the only thing soft enough he can think of and if he knots them right max shouldn't be able to break them. probably. the dog seems to hear them and start squirming in protest. ] I know, baby, it's gonna be alright. Amos and all those assholes will have this figured out in no time, yeah, Max? Can you be brave for me a while longer? [ max starts to even out again at frank's consistent babble, licking his throat as if to agree with his proposal. ]