[ frank is leant against the bedframe like a loyal dog himself, though max is sprawled out over his lap and his legs had gone numb some time ago. he's listening to the conversation idly, letting it wash over him. with his hood drawn up over his bruised head it's hard to tell if he's conscious or not but he doesn't plan on sleeping either.
though himself and amos don't always see eye-to-eye, it isn't a discomfort to have him stand guard. in fact, it puts him a little more at ease, smiling to himself when he hears naomi work. ]
You're gonna be a gravity dog in no time, buddy. [ he mutters, nonsense, to the dog, scratching behind his ears even though the animal long ago fell asleep. ]
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though himself and amos don't always see eye-to-eye, it isn't a discomfort to have him stand guard. in fact, it puts him a little more at ease, smiling to himself when he hears naomi work. ]
You're gonna be a gravity dog in no time, buddy. [ he mutters, nonsense, to the dog, scratching behind his ears even though the animal long ago fell asleep. ]