His arm around Franks shoulders pulls tighter, solid, and he rubs his arm a little bit.

"Hey, now." His voice is a low, quiet rumble, affection and gentle censure at the same time. "That something that she'd want you to say?" It's a careful question. He can't tell Frank that he's lying - because he has no idea if he is or not. Maybe he did let Maria down. But the way that Frank talks about her, the way he obviously loves her, he has to hope that means that Maria was kind. That she was good.

That she wouldn't want him to talk about himself this way.

So he trusts in that, and hope it doesn't fail him.