It reminds him of David in a way that makes his heart ache even more, all their arguments back and forth about what to do when to make sure his enemies paid and David got his life back. He realizes he's settled into a similarly strange codependence with Alex, here, keeping eyes on the crew and the rest of the station like it's their fucking responsibility somehow. It isn't. Most people don't even seem to want his help.

Frank blows out a long breath through his nose and forces himself to stand, using the other man's shoulder for leverage. He looks drained, and he feels it all the way down to his bones. Max jumps up instantly when his dad does, ready to go in an instant though he'd been dozing soundly up til now.

"You're probably right." It's dry, self-deprecating too. "I think I'm gonna work on being a little more selfish. Maybe you should, too."