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Frank gave a small snort at Kate's brazenness in offering food from Matt's fridge. "Seems you already know my name. Thanks for the tip, kid. I like her, Red. Maybe if you had more smart people around you wouldn't be in the fuck-infested mess you are now." He made his way to the refrigerator, opened it up, and started eating the Thai takeout cold and right from the carton. He returned the favor, gesturing towards Matt's bedroom. "Yeah, why don't you go get changed?"

"So glad you both have let me stay in my own apartment," Matt said dryly at their antics. "And yeah, who could have predicted the cops would be running around killing people with my face tattooed on their necks - oh wait, that's right, that's you." Matt clung to Lucky's fur, smiling a little at the dog's loving welcome. "Okay, okay, it's okay, pal. I missed you, too." The dog's presence was warm and welcoming, a balm on Matt's bruised soul.

Frank came over to stand near Matt, eating his leftovers. "So is that your new costume? Might need a stripper name to go with it with your bare ass hanging out. What's your first pet's name and the street you grew up on?"

"Aw, are you flirting? I'm gonna start to think that aftershave and a haircut are all for me." Matt wincingly sat up on the sofa. His tone was tart and a touch bitter. "I thought this wasn't your fight, Frank."

"Yeah, well, someone made me change my mind."

They both knew who that was. There was only one person who could do that.

Frank tossed the carton onto the ground. Lucky jumped off to lick up the remains. A helicopter was heard flying nearby. "Made a promise I'd get you out of here alive. There's a van of shitbags heading this way, won't be long. You clock that?"

"Yeah." Matt slowly, achingly, got to his feet.

Frank nodded at the bedroom door. "This kid can hold their own? It's gonna get ugly, Red."

"I'm gonna remind you that you asked after she saves your ass."

"All right, then." Frank sniffed, reaching out to pet the dog and moving to stand just beside the window. "They come up here I ain't pulling my shots with these fanboys, you get what I'm saying?"

"Not sure I want that kind of help, Frank."

"Yeah, well, that's the kind of help you got." Frank paused. "Why'd you take a bullet for that asshole?"

Matt blew out a breath and shook his head. "That's a good question." He wasn't sure he had a good answer.

"Shit." Frank pulled out his gun and called out, "You ready, kid? Bare ass here needs to get off his and cover it." He smirked as Matt flipped him the finger while walking away.