[ again. frank hears the weariness in that one word and his bones echo the sentiment. he nods in recognition of it, though he doesn't know what specifically steve means. he doesn't have to. and beyond the exhaustion in his own gaze, frank's bandaged hands and yellowing bruises on his face and what's visible of his throat and chest is enough to announce his solidarity for him. there's a slim chain concealing something beneath his jumpsuit - dogtags would be an easy guess. ]
Do you know better? [ it's not a challenge, it's a serious ask. if steve knows something about the ship, then frank wants to know that thing too. now, preferably. ]
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Do you know better? [ it's not a challenge, it's a serious ask. if steve knows something about the ship, then frank wants to know that thing too. now, preferably. ]