[ he sets down his cup and shifts forward, leaning on his elbows as he regards amos for sincerity even though he knows the other man has no reason to lie to him. and doesn't seem to care any more than he does about what people think of him. maybe even less really. it gets under his skin though he doesn't want it to, a parent's love. his wasn't enough. he glances down at his hands, clasped on the table to keep from squirming under the words - and under his own self-scrutiny. ]

What you're talking about... that's biological. Survival of the species. [ maybe he's wasting his time. maybe amos didn't know love the way frank once had, but it feels like a failure to give up, too. ever the hypocrite. ] I think it's time for me to get blackout drunk again.

[ frank places both palms on the table and pushes himself off, ignoring the pain in his right hand. ]

See you around, Amos.