“Fucking * trials.”

He didn’t want this scum of the earth to continue walking… But even this was poor timing, for him.

“Let go of me or I will break your head open on the concrete below.”

“WHY SHOULD I WAIT? I COULD THROW HIM OFF RIGHT NOW.”

He waiting for a legitimate answer, not from Dex. Just from Matt.

“I THROW YOU PUT THE WINDOW BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT.”

That was it. The punching. He might’ve listened, but now he’s grabbing Dex and hauling him up over his head.

“Like you deserve this.”

“Yeah, a thumb drive. Now. If you don’t mind.”

He is going to crawl out that god damn window. He’s not going face first, so landing on top of Dex? Seems like a great plan.

“HEY, ASSHOLE!”

“MOTHER FU-“

He was sure to shove Dex’s feet down as he dropped, grumbling at the stab to the shoulder and slapped.

“Yeah. I did. I’m about to fuckin’ go down there and finish the job off too.”

He moves fast, to his credit. But he goes for the legs, grabbing Dex by the knees to flip him back and drop him out the window. He makes sure to shove his feet on the way down.

“… Window’s fixed.” He muttered as he took a long swig of his coffee.

He takes some slow, casual steps near Dex’s orbit.

“So, you don’t want him in here raiding your shit?”

“And the rodent in your pantry is just staying here, huh? I know it’s New York but that fuckin’ thing needs an exterminator.”

Despite his words, he made no movement. This time. A remarkable show of self restraint.

“I’m not inferring shit, Red. I’m confused. This is me being confused as hell that this guy hasn’t been thrown out a window.”

Instant coffee, you’ve never been more needed.

“Yeah, two minutes of him- raiding your fucking fridge? Is this some kind of peace I didn’t know about? The guy who has stabbed you 70 ways from Sunday gets to liberate your cabbages?”

He stared back at Dex. Bewildered.

friends now? Coupla pals? I thought this guy was an asshole.”

His look to Matt down his nose is pointed. Can’t see, but he can * feel.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” The tone was gruff, near snarling. The tension roiled along his shoulders as he made his way deeper into the kitchen.

He WOULD be making his coffee. His eyes stay on Dex for as long as he can, until he starts making a cup for himself.

“So, what. You’re -

They were very important as Frank’s chest rose, eyes narrowed at the man wielding the knife.

“Put it down. ‘fore you do something stupid.”

“I don’t know, * is it?”

His eyes flicker to Matt, incredulity clear across his gaze.

“And you’re ok with this?”

He stares at Dex. Not unlike a great white, eyes seemingly void of any feeling. The danger was present.

“Am I interrupting something here?”

Yeah, he’d need distance alight. He waited till he got the clear, moving in with a cup of coffee held between two fingers as other hand carried a brown paper bag.

“I’m fixing your fucking coffee issue. No power my ass- … Red?”

The knock on the door could only really be described as thunderous. If Dex didn’t have any idea who laid behind it, Matt certainly did.