I like to think of them as OUR arrows

"I'll make sure they have a place to stay," Matt promised, leaving it open-ended on what that might look like. He didn't love the idea of using Kate's money for his mistake. If he had no other solution he'd turn to it, but he'd try and find an alternative first. It wasn't like he needed his personal savings right now.

Frank gave a snort at Kate's remark, bantering back with, "Yeah, maybe see how well cyanide tastes in that milk, really lean into the skull theme. Hey..." That last word was directed at Karen as she stole his drink, though he didn't make any real effort to stop her beyond that token protest. Taking it back once she was done, he took a long drink then set it on one of his tables. Moving to one side, he began to gear up for the rest of the night.

Matt finished with Kate's leg and slowly got to his feet. He drained the coffee in his cup, wincing at both the hot temperature and the burnt, acidic flavor of the brew. His body could feel though that it was very, very high in caffeine. "Damn," he murmured, unsurprised. "Cuban coffee would feel inferior right now." Matt only got Cuban coffee when he was very, very tired because of the punch it packed. Even that didn't hold a candle to Frank's coffee.

Rolling one stiff shoulder and then his neck, feeling joints pop, Matt listened to Karen and gave a small nod. "All right. There's no time to waste. I'll make my way back to Sam's Deli and get everyone settled. You two head to the file storage. I'll meet you there shortly. And Frank?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't be an asshole." Matt set the cup down and headed for the door.

He smiled a little, his back turned so it couldn't be seen, when Frank called back, "No promises."